So instead of deactivating my facebook as I initially intended, I deleted about half of my “friends”.

my hand found the gum under the seat. does the age of the gum determine the level of disgust I feel? it was firm yet still malleable. will the passing of time eventually merge the gum with the seat? are buses actually made entirely of ancient chewed gum? i’m almost certain now that they are. 

three girls have told me they once had “tank girl haircuts” in the past two days.

after my mother’s wedding, my sister’s ex boyfriend and I wandered down dark country roads surrounded by barren cornfields, dressed to the nines, drinking out of plastic cups. I have a feeling the few vehicles that passed us must have been on edge.

I need a coffee so I can walk across the street to buy more coffee

when asked about my sexuality, I will henceforth respond with “more than ani difranco, less than k.d. lang”

perfect girl is perfect

I wish the phrase “to pants” someone actually meant putting pants on them. As I am cold, but incredibly lazy and would like this to happen to me.