Thinking back on school, I stand corrected: I got taught way more and beyond just basic life skills. Did I need to learn basketball? No, but I’m a fucking champ at sitting on the bench! Same for music, chemistry and biology… I didn’t need to know how to read music or the way my heart works, but hey, now I know why things do what they do, and not to eat a fistful of butter everyday. I can honestly say my teachers were such effective, positive role models that I didn’t turn out to be a complete asshole. And for the record, the basketball bench thing had nothing to do with the way my teacher taught me. I was just extremely bad at sports.


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CNN doing what CNN does.


CNN doing what CNN does.

Guys, I can’t stop fucking laughing!

So, I’ve had a chest infection for the past month - it’s pertussis, big fancy word for whooping cough. I developed bronchitis cause of it, so I cough a lot and it hurts and it sucks.

I haven’t been able to sleep too well because of it, so I’ve bought Nyquil. Now, every time I go to the store, they seem to have “just run out” of Nyquil in the pill form, unless there was a full moon or the planets align or some fucking thing - then, I’d end up lucky and getting the pills. So, just like almost every other time I’ve gotten sick and bought Nyquil.

Tonight, I brought it to my room because if I couldn’t sleep cause of my coughing, I could just reach over to my night stand instead of getting up and going to the kitchen naked (my roomie came back today so I have to wear clothes. Bummer, I know). 

I take the bottle, and not noticing the cap wasn’t on properly, I shook the Nyquil. It’s everywhere. My walls behind my bed, the bed, the carpet, my nightstand, my macbook charger, ME! I was literally covered in Nyquil head to toe.

I couldn’t even be mad just solely because it was so funny and only things like this happens to me. 



Cory, Topanga, and Riley Matthews in the Girl Meets World premiere.

Oops #1

Well, guys, it’s possible.
It’s possible…
It’s possible to get a paper cut on your nipple.


Let’s just talk about Wednesday’s perfect “not giving a fuck” attitude because it’s marvelous.

My dog looks at me with the upmost trust in his eyes.
Like he thinks I know what to do. 
He trusts me with his life.
He trusts me to fill his bowls and to know when to take him out.
He trusts that I’ll always be there for him.
He trusts that I know what to do for us to survive.

I don’t have the heart to tell him I actually don’t know.
I’m just making it up as I go.
And so far, we’re okay.