so you’re goofing off on okcupid, because your friend wants to show you the chicks he’s going to bang.
everything is fine, innocent fun, laughing at the creepy goth chick looking for an S&M situation that shows up in your friend’s matches.
…and then your mom’s very young, very cute, ex-boyfriend sends you a message.
what is my life?
please excuse me, I’m going to need about a year of therapy.
aw, blog love all around.
my day is all about making this damn mess of a website cross-browser compatible. in other words, make IE play nice. my relationship with IE is so abusive. I’m always bending over backwards to cater to it’s special needs, getting nothing in return. what a jerk.
I need sleep so bad. I’m running on a few hours, after yet another late night, all for a boy, whose list of priorities rarely seem to include me (lately, at least.) bummin’ me out pretty bad. maybe (read: probably) I’m being a baby. he’s wonderful, and I’m stupid lucky that he even treats me as well as he does.
tonight: ride bikes. lots of that.
guess who got stuck in a sewing machine and broke the needle off in her hand today?
ah, right… that’d be this girl.
(via clientsfromhell)
Um, this sounds more like a Client From Heaven.
(via glamsoda)
having client envy over here.
I got some new underthangs the other day. they’re beautiful and I love them. however, I just noticed something horrible: the bra, it creaks.
yeah, you heard me.
whenever I move, a squeak emits from my chestular region, as if I’m smuggling a pack of baby mice beneath my cardigan.
I guess the boning inside the lace fabric is the source. maybe a few more washes will fix that?
guys, I’m the only lady in our entire office. boys just do not understand these things.
needless to say, I am terrified to move. (creeeakkk)
it seriously is. I’m sitting here, listening to my dude friend hit on this girl, and I’m thinking “does this shit actually work?”.
the thing is, it totally does. she’s eating it up. I almost started laughing because, really, it’s just that awful.
but, if I were into a guy, acting like an idiot, as my friend sam is at this very moment, I’d probably think it was adorable too.
it makes me wonder how it looks to the outside world when I’m swooning over the sweet things my pirate man says to me. probably pretty fucking gag-worthy, just like these two. ugh..flirting is just gross, it makes me uncomfortable (to watch.)
we’re fucked up creatures. you know that, right?
