Wait, LC’s book is going to be adapted into a movie?
*trying to describe seething rage but failing
you don't mean no nothing at all to me
Wait, LC’s book is going to be adapted into a movie?
*trying to describe seething rage but failing
http://www.littlemisstwig.com/
this blog makes me regret that I did not enjoy japan full to the brim. It’s beautiful. Why did I not see?
this is seriously the most awesome mind-blowing thing I have ever heard to exist. It’s like my secret, secret, secret most wonderful dreams able to come true.
From here: http://thecraftbegins.com/wordpress/?p=2286
dear diary,
i am so, just, displeased with myself. over the weekend i decided i had to get shoes for work, because the ones i have has all fallen apart. all of them. even the ones i got from my mom. the ferragamo is intact, but i can't wear them every day, right? those poor soles. so i decided i need wedges. because i am old and can no longer handle heels, any heels. my poor, old, back. charles and keith i chose because i don't want to be too cheap (vincci) but i don't want to spend that much either (aldo or anything else like any SANE WOMAN WITH A SALARY). so i found some wedges. and i bought them despite that they are practically STILTS, and they have straps that NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF, they're not easy to slip on or off(and who likes to remove their shoes once they're seated in the office chair? me. who LOVES to duduk bersila while staring at the computer screen? ME). i freaking bought them freaks.
i hate these shoes.
they are pretty but they are evil. while stepping out of the lift today i stumbled. did i mention that i also have weak ankles and prone to stumbling like the newborn bambi?
regret to say i am regretting having bought these towering walking devices. i should have taken the normal, sane, old people route: scope out
sigh.
i'm not sure if i should or will spend more money buying other office shoes. i have chosen and therefore i should be punished.
a silver lining: one should walk slowly with these magnificent clogs, so i should really come to work earlier and take my time to travel from the car to the chair.
normal day-to-day situation: 6.30 am: JUST 5 MORE MINUTES OF SLEEP I SWEAR
7.30 am: SELF WHY OH WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST WAKE UP EARLIER LIKE MAYBE 6AM IT WOULD SAVE OURSELVES A WHOLE LOT OF TROUBLE *^)*^$#)(&@#_@*#@$^#%_$&()#
UNFOLLOW!!!!
me.
Pamie’s doing 365! Now I want to (attempt to)do it too, IF ONLY I DON’T TAKE CRAP CRAPPY PICTURES. GAHHH.
The other day (a few million years ago, really) my sister told me my friend who communicates with her asked if I want to sell my sweet valley twins books. My immediate response in a heartbeat was, “NO. WAY. EVER”. I was still thinking about it hours and days later. Seriously, no ever freaking way. NO.
Maybe I’m angry because I am really jealous.
I am SO GLAD the vampire diaries got made into the movie/tv movie I had heard about… and not any literature involving Ash R.. It would have broken my heart, really, because no one is ready to face a perfect fantasy ruined by bring-to-life projects.
http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-06-10T00%3A31%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
for reals, how can anyone EVER blog normally after coming to this??
SO CUTE I SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST
I’m thinking about that badgley mischka leather chain strap hobo that could be mine for 1,400 buckaroos. I’m also thinking about the half-faced people in the star yesterday.
And breed ‘em and weep.
Yesterday I decided not be feel anything superior because who put me on a pedestal? I don’t even deserve any pedestal.
Today, thinking about the 1.4 k of needless want, I forgot about the half-faced people again.
Until breed ‘em and weep.
http://www.amazon.com/Night-Solstice-L-J-Smith/dp/0061061727
I’ve been looking for this book since forever! Still regretting that I didn’t keep this but instead returned it after renting at novel house ss 2.
Honestly BHX6579, I don’t freaking understand why you continue to fail at parking within the box of a parking space. You are not a storm, or a Mercedes, or a bmw 1000 series (I fail at recognizing cars, times a million), you are a dinky little tiny car with plenty of spaces to spare inside a parking space box. And yet your accomplishment rate of successfully easing into the four lines is practically non-existent. Why, I beseech thee, WHY??? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??? You cause me great grievances whenever I aim to park next to you, because there hath empty space, with ease of movement into it, but you halted me in my advances. Thus, I hate your parking skills with a passion.