Hi. Sometimes when I get home from work I am very hyper and tired. When I realize no one is home I hop around, and I talk to myself and my pet fish. I say some weird shit I wouldn’t really say to anyone but this fish. Today my co worker was talking about how she couldn’t wait to lose thirty pounds, but she was eating MC Donald’s. Personally I think she looks fine, but if that’s what she wants to do more power to her. Then she proceeds to tell me about how she is paying off her DUI and how much that sucks. Seriously man, if people spent half the time they do losing weight and getting all pretty and shit on their character this world would be almost decent. I’m going to drink lemonade and hangout with Amanda now.
“‘Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’”—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via boxofoctaves)
I love it when the weather is so nice at six AM, and you can just tell it’s going to be a perfect sun kissed day. Perfect for a drive up the one to the city for pics and pho! Can’t wait to be off work/out of appointments. This cup of joe, this front desk, this bagel from the bagelry : )
*side note: have you ever practiced cpr on your pillow…alone in your room, late at night?
I want to live, I want to give I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold It’s these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold And I’m getting old Keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I’m getting old
I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve been to Redwood I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I’m getting old Keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I’m getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold You keep me searching for a heart of gold And I’m getting old I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold