January 2009
15 posts
i just want to say that..
meeting someone cute, who acts totally interested in you all night, and then volunteering your number the next day and not hearing from them as soon as you’d like to..
fucking sucks.
update: this post is no longer true.
:)
seven miles.
yea, bitches. i did it.
tell me i can’t.. i don’t hear you.
i just want to say that--
friends do not tear you down and disguise it as an indication of your character.
friends do not intentionally hurt your feelings, attack your priorities, or feel superior to the goals you’ve set for yourself.
and friends don’t walk out on you when life gets tough.
today was.. so amazing.. until now.
“I want you to know, I have been very impressed by your leadership and creative...”
– Doris Pierce, Ph.D., OTR/L, FAOTA, Endowed Chair in Occupational Therapy
new life goal yall...
sweetsweetcaroline:
dance with the president.
did you see that man move??
omg, he was amazing.
so the vagina monologues...
changed my life in every way imaginable the first time around. therefore, i can’t imagine what around two has to offer.
what i do know.. is that i was the first last night to disrobe myself and stand topless, openly and willingly, in front of 25 of my castmates, friends, and acquaintances and feel completely uninhibited and, well.. even a little.. beautiful.
it wasn’t without reason,...
“i need some shelter for my own protection, baby.. to be with myself in center:...”
– fergie, “big girls don’t cry”.
TUMBLR! What's YOUR iPod's Name?
sweetsweetcaroline:
muppetpants:
walpaper:
seanmobrien:
evanwalsh:
theipodguru:
spencer.
Lazarus.
My ipod’s name is D-Means and my iphone’s name is Stress.
What’s an iPod?
I name my iPod and all of my flash drives my cell phone number. That way if someone finds it, the first thing they’ll see is my cell phone number and hopefully, maybe, will feel guilty for stealing since...
boobies.
sweetsweetcaroline:
justinesamantha:
call me JustBoobs.
get it, my D’s. just..boobs, yea.
my brother always says that i’m “just boobs and teeth…just boobs and teeth”. that’s mad gross, right?
“when the world ends, there will be twinkies, roaches, and dennis vaught.”
– heather d.
i've finally reached the point.. →
where i can run for forty minutes straight without being winded.
i break my first sweat twenty minutes in and it feels so good.
mmm.. mini-marathon training..
further following my caroline..
and have now found myself on tumblr.
totally worth it. love of my life, i’m telling you.