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All fucked up on hockey

February 2011

I just really love this song and I can’t...

SENSING SOME TENSION ON MY DASH.

Laying in front of my computer lookin’ just like this.

I've been meaning to change my icon for ages...

What has my life become? What am I even doing any more?

stompy-boots replied to your post: stompy-boots replied to your post: stompy-boots… Oh man. I heard from a reliable source that Ohio sux. You should probably escape from it. Harharhar Well let me know if you ever find yourself in the Boston area. That reliable source is right on mark, sadly. You know I certainly will, though.

stompy-boots replied to your post: stompy-boots replied to your post: stompy-boots… Dude where do you even live? Ohio. Clevelandish. :[

LOL thanks, Vince.

Helping me with my weight loss, has created the glorious “Dick Valentine exercise plan” which is just telling me at random points through the night “6/7” and I hafta do pushups and situps. I’m feeling the burn.

stompy-boots replied to your post: stompy-boots replied to your post: I prefer double… Violent-absolutely. Scary-no. I used to knit all the time but I got so sick of scarves and am bad at understanding instructions so I couldn’t figure out how to make anything else and gave up. I’m better at sewing. Works. Ghh I’m terrible at sewing but I’m doing pretty well with the...

stompy-boots replied to your post: I prefer double point needles to circulars so, so much. Mannnnn, is it lame of me to wish we could hang out? We could gossip about the cute boyz in E6 and knit. You could teach me how to knit things other than rectangles. Fffh and watch violent movies? D: I wish I had a knitting friend IRL so much.

I prefer double point needles to circulars so, so...

I think if someone told me I would feel this way when I started knitting, I never would have believed it. They’re just so much easier for me to use, though. They’re more versatile, too, imo. I don’t have to hook anything together or mess about with magic anything to make something smaller on my 8”s. I can do a hat. It might be a bit more tricky to work around at certain...

nearlydrowning asked: Totally should have. that would've been amazing.

nearlydrowning asked: IF I'D HAVE KNOWN I WOULD'VE WHISPERED PEGGYYYY'S SISTTERRR.
BUT OMG YOU TWO LOOK SO ALIKE IT WAS SCARY.
hiiii

January 2011

It's always the ugliest straight guys who are...

YAY MORE SNOW OMG I AM SO MOTHERFUCKING EXCITED

cas-tee-el: rooster-cogburn:

EET EES FINALLY HEEEERE

Pics to follow, omg.

Does anyone have the staking pantomime BtVS gif from “Hush”? I thought I had it and it is not in any of my folders.

dorfs: osteal: I hate when I am reading on the bus and an asshole with full volume electronic earbleed music sits in front of me and makes it hard to concentrate. it is happening right now so I am reduced too posting here about it. I hate it when I am walking around school and fobs (or just pretentious white guys) walk really slow in front of me and play acoustic guitar, occasionally closing...

When I was in high school, my art teacher was like a second mother to me. She really had faith in me when nobody else did and helped me in a million billion ways. The art kids were seriously a family and are still some of the most important people in my life. We were almost all involved in an anti-drug organization in high school because said art teacher ran it. Being members meant she was...

…Actually I don’t even know if you follow me any more anyways, I just hadn’t posted Volpe in ages…

I want to fucking cry, and I'm not even sure of...

A million insignificant little things are building up and taking a toll. People who I used to think were friends being entirely dishonest and/or patronizing, being a total loser failure in other regards, and pretty much just unable to get shit that happened almost 6 months ago now off my mind. I’d like for a short while to just feel cheerful. :|

Reading about these pantsless encores makes me...

I need to get a real job or a second job or something. I can’t deal with living in a place where I can’t even have a table of personal space without shit going missing any more.