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I'm 22. I love seafood, beer, whiskey, coffee, cheeseburgers, tacos, The Food Network, family, dogs, cussing, moccasins, feminism, books, music, and babies.
I have a signature dance move that ALL of my friends can imitate. I’m COMPLETELY okay with this.
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Chocolate chip cookies covered in chocolate and nuts sandwiching coffee icecream.
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Holy God.
Dude.
I totally understand your desire to listen to music in the library. HOWEVER: if I also have MY headphones on and I can STILL HEAR YOUR STUPID MUSIC, there is a problem present.
ADDITIONALLY: if you continue stamping your feet and shaking your head to said music, I may have to take action.
Action may include, but is not limited to, the stare of death.
Don’t make me call for back-up.
Regards (but not really because I currently hate you),
Fellow student
Last week in the library, my friends and I encountered a similar situation. It was late at night and we were trying to get our work done [hahah yeah right]. At one point, he was blasting gospel music followed by “Gettin’ Some Head” — so loud, in fact, that it could be heard from over TEN feet away. Two ladies walked up to him and asked him to turn his music down — TWO — within an hour of each other. We think he was super, super high. BUT I MEAN COME ONNNN. It was unreal. How he’s not deaf is beyond me.
Also: a few days later, I walked into my favorite coffee shop near campus and heard INSANELY LOUD snoring coming from the couch in the corner. GUESS WHO IT WAS. Two people walked up to him and tried to wake him up, too! He causes all kinds of problems.



You would’ve done a lot more good in my wallet this morning than in my jacket at home. Because of this, I made an ass of myself when I got that large iced americano and had no way to pay for it. The barista was super sweet and said that since I come in all the time, I just have to come back tonight and pay.
All I’m tasting is guilt and forgetfulness. Also, I have no way to purchase food today. And I didn’t eat breakfast.
This is all your fault my fault, really. But I need a scapegoat.
With mixed feelings,
Kristal
Neko Case - Star Witnessmy nightgown sweeps the pavement
please
don’t let him die
singing this as loud as 4 AM in the living room lets me.
You cannot stop this level of awesome, you can only hope to contain it.
(via Warming Glow)
reblogging for obvious reasons.
kidskiddingkittens:gunstreetgirl:
TV on the Radio - Wolf Like MeDream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours
Feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it
bleed onto yours
Feeding on fever
down on all fours
show you what all that
howl is forI really don’t want to talk about what
those lyrics dothis song does to me.DITTO.
I’m reblogging myself. Whatever. This song still punches me in the stomach.
GPOYW: I need a haircut, it’s raining, I have homework to do, John Darnielle is singing in my ears, and I’ve consumed far too much coffee today Edition
Why do a Lady Gaga-themed RTMT when I can just let Christopher Walken do it for me?
celebrated Taco Tuesday early — we like to call it five o’clocko tuesday — and we like it. We go in after class with our bookbags and everything. It’s really great having a bar that’s within walking distance of school and my apartment.
I had THREE tacos and People’s Porter to go with it. I was pleased.
I suddenly feel 5 years older.