March 2011
17 posts
If you wanna fuck me, just say it, you don't have...
I just received spam email dated Dec. 31, 1969. ...
Most likely called off of work today, it’s raining cats and dogs and all other kinds of shit in San Francisco. I love this weather, but summer can’t come fast enough. Talking with my coworker today, all we need right now is some warm sand, a gorgeous man at our side, and a Corona…I can’t wait!! Speaking of men, I should go check up on this new guy and see what he’s up...
“Because what I wanted was your love, not pity”
– June Jordan
Nick Miller: A Jake Reed Feeling (An excerpt) →
nickmiller:
I couldn’t understand it. I don’t know if it was the drunken sex or the hangover or the travel or Amanda’s dad’s cultish procession or the thought of work in the morning, but something was terribly wrong with me. I lay still on my back, breathing very softly and slowly, and stared blankly at the…
sade:
Telemarketer: Is Miss Sade (my last name) there?
Me: Ummmm…no
Her: Oh, this is Shelley from The Diabetes Association, so you live at this residence?
Me: Ummm…noooo…
Her: Oh…okay
Me: Sorry I just smoked a bowl
Her: Okay I’ll call back at a later date
Me: Okay cool Shelley talk to you later then
Her:…o…okay
Not giving a fuck has never felt so good.
“I made myself from all the love you no longer wanted.”
– I Wrote This For You: The Leftovers (via kari-shma) 