December 2009
77 posts
PHILLY TO GET REAL ‘ALWAYS SUNNY’ BAR →
cloudmakonite:
Nina Lou Peach
One hour and 33 minutes late, butttt Happy Birthday, love <3333
Thank God
We made it through that terrible snowstorm. That “blizzard” dumped a whole 3 inches on us!
About those leggings… « These Little Moments →
robot-heart:
I don’t know why this is a trend that just won’t die, but COME ON. Leggings are NOT pants. When I say leggings aren’t pants, I mean if you’re wearing leggings, you must, must, must cover your butt. PLEASE. At least find a top that goes down to your upper thigh.
Why?
That’s why.
Seriously, leggings are tights - NOT PANTS!
Kids know and they warn you.(check out theodore...
brokennecksfeatherweights:
laylareeves:
lickystickypickyme:
HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. - Alan, age 10
No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to...
Christmas is awesome. First of all, you get to spend time with people you love....
– _Michael G. Scott. (via brightlywound)
I’m getting really impatient.
Thanks Neen. I love this. →
heyfriday:
“I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad. I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches; build you a fire if the furnace breaks. I’ll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold. Need you, feed you, I’ll even let you hold the remote control. So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink, put you to bed when you’ve had too much to...
Lady Gaga
Am I the only person who is absolutely terrified by her??? (him). I find her music annoying, and her personality and dress just plain scary.
12...
We’re 300 miles too far apart. I want 2 weeks from right now so badly so I can stop being this cranky and down. I know it’s just a bad day, but that’s when I want you the most. You never fail to cheer me up when we’re together, but when I can’t see your face, it’s seemingly useless. I’m aware I’m the biggest Debbie Downer right now, but come on...
Listening to high doses of Elton John & Bright Eyes is making me a bit less cranky.