March 2012
February 2012
That moment when you’re talking to your mother on the phone, and everything she says drives you insane with frustration, but you can’t argue with her because she has to be always right, so you keep quiet and start pinching your thigh until you break the skin? Yeah….
So who wants to make me a drink?
Bad day. Want to get drunk. Can't.
*watches re-runs of Hoarders instead*
Stop posting spoilers U GUISE
….Because I’m gonna have to unfollow your asses.
