Oooh you want to know what sucks more than living alone and getting sick over night? Waking back up with the most awful sore throat that makes it feel like you’re swallowing shards of glass when it’s just your own saliva.
You know what sucks?
Living alone. You know what sucks more? Getting sick in the middle of the night and having no one take care of you. That’s what sucks. I didn’t even drink last night! At least give me the satisfaction of a good drunken night before you make me throw up, body. Fuck you. I just painted your nails last night and did a decent job so I hate you. Thank you for at least having the decency for doing it on a day where I don’t have class. At least you did one considerate thing, you stupid body.
This is my “I hate you but I can’t hate you, but you irritate me to no end but I can’t get you out of my mind, despite the way you treated me so I’m gonna just pretend that everything is hunky-dory and smile” face.
I will get this water marble nail effect to look good on my finger if it kills me. Which is very probable at this point.
look me in the eye and tell me mr kraft isnt the most radical, hip hop nfl owner in the league
(Source: spumonis, via fuckyeah-wizard-of-oz)
(Source: bluenanah, via waitingtobelit)
To the asshole parked right outside my window.
I hate you and your stupid fucking sound system and your obnoxious rap music. I hope your car burns in a fire.
Love, Patti
