Posts Tagged ‘sticky situations’
Okay, confession: I never think before I speak. I think that rule was invented to be ignored by people like me.
Filed under: stupid | 3 Comments
Tags: FML, gender misidentification, me and my big mouth, Not with stupid, sticky situations
I killed a spider.
Yes, you read that right. The arachnaphobic girly girl who can barely crush ants actually killed a spider. Well, to be fair, I didn’t do it intentionally. It’s kind of a funny story. So gather ’round, chillins, and I’ll tell you about the time I killed a spider with my ass.
Filed under: friends, stupid | Leave a Comment
Tags: idiocy, Sometimes I wonder, sticky situations
FML.
Are any of you familiar with fmylife.com? If not, you should check it out. If your day is just one big pile of suck this is guaranteed to make you feel better. I mean, sure, we all have those days from time to time. But wow. There are bad days, and then are bad days. [...]
Filed under: friends, school, stupid | 1 Comment
Tags: FML, idiocy, sticky situations
me? stupid? no way.
I never thought I’d morph into one of those girls who turn into babbling idiots around hot guys, but, well, I did. See, my parents are best friends with our neighbors. And they have a son who’s a year older than me. And he has a friend named Peter, and Peter’s the hot one.
Filed under: friends, party, stupid | 1 Comment
Tags: idiocy, sticky situations
I was born awkward.
Today was one of those days. To start the day off right, I couldn’t drag myself out of bed, so with ten minutes until my ride got here I threw on jeans and sweatshirt and ran out the door. Unbeknownst to me, the temperature was going to be 72. Seventy frickin two. And while everyone was wearing cute skirts and tank tops, I was sweating like a whore in church in my lovely “Eskimo in a blizzard” apparel.
Filed under: friends, Mike Daniels (obligatory swoon), not a morning person, stupid | Leave a Comment
Tags: idiocy, sticky situations
of hobos and food fights.
Then a food fight broke out. Never again will I use mashed potatoes for anything but their intended purpose. Because between you and me, getting a mashed potatoes/chocolate syrup/unidentified meat chunk combo deal out of your hair is a bitch.
Filed under: friends, hobos, Mike Daniels (obligatory swoon), not a morning person, party, Uncategorized | 2 Comments
Tags: crushes, sticky situations