Once upon a time there was a small man made out of dirty, moldy socks. He didn’t have very many friends and out of despair he threw himself into a washing machine in an attempt of suicide. The washing machine didn’t kill him though, it helped him realize what it was like to be clean and new. He smelled nice after that day, and though not very many people want to be friends with a pile of socks, those that do are grateful for his existence. He lives on.
Would it be ironic yet if I wore a Tim Tebow shirt?
Taken by the lovely Halle, one of my homeschool homies.
So I realize that for my nearly nonexistent followers, that I have not posted very often, and for that, I’m sorry.
I think “you all” should know that I am so stressed out about finals its not even funny. Its really not.
Like I’ve lost so much darned sleep I’m too distracted to study even.
I start thinking how “omg, I’ll never do good” and then idk, it just happens and bam, class is over, just like my opportunity to study.
Maybe I have an anxiety problem.
I should probably get that checked out.
So, this is what I look like… haha sort of.
There are a lot of things I dislike in life, but I must say matching socks in a basket is possibly the worst.
This is probably my favorite song by the residents… I really wish they would make a video about it though…
I really love these guys.
So, I stumbled upon this on the internet one day. I feel sorry for the guy. We all overdose on bananas at least at one point in our lives.
I think a lot, about a lot of things and when I try to talk about them in person or on Facebook, they just don’t flow right. I’ve been toying with the idea of a blog for a while now, but there was only one thing holding me back…
I lean towards the right wing.
I’m sorry, but that’s just how I grew up. I think I know bill O’Reilly’s voice better than my own mothers sometimes.
I realize that there’s not one conservative blogger out there who is willing to admit it, I guess that makes me the first.
I allow you to judge me, grill me, and even swear at me a little bit. I like to look at both sides and make my own decisions. I will not cram my ideas down your throat. I will not hate any group of people, that is wrong, a person is a person and we are all pretty much the same. I won’t judge you.
I will love and tolerate you until you can’t take it anymore.
Your beautiful whoever you are.
Deal with it.