December 2010
61 posts
Reblog if you're one sexy mother fucker.
vanishedknights:
I have so much Jewish food in my home right now. I can’t handle. We have Brent’s Deli, ten million bagels, home make latkes, and like five different kinds of smoked fish. whhhaaaaaa birthday weekend.
I MISS THE GOUCH.
Friends:
Best friends:
This will be me on January 23rd when I am greeted by Hannah and Becs!
What a wonderful series →
My mom walks in the room: Alissa wants a massage, so I guess you get a massage too. Me: Wait, like a real massage? Where you get naked and people touch your body for money? Mom: uhhh yeah (why do I not think before I speak?)
Knowing that Natalie Portman is Israeli makes me feel like distant relatives with her.
when someone calls me "pretty"
at first i think they’re sarcastic so I’m all like
When I realize they are actually serious
everytime aha
In addition
I’m super pumped that my last moments at Goucher were spent with Emily. She is crazy. I love crazy. I love her. WHOO!
Also, I love snow. It is crunchy and softy. Although I don’t advise touching because IT’S MADE OF WATER THAT WILL GET YOU WET. Also, it’s cold as fuck.
Thank you and goodnight.
xoxo Picklesnomnomnom
Home
It’s 50 degrees outside and I’m home. I’m going to be the douche bag that says it’s hot outside. Cool. Hannah made me nervous with her tumblr and facebook posts. Sleep is going to be lonely and shakey tonight. Boo. On the plus side, Steven sent me really wonderful and cute texts. I like getting off of a shitty plane ride and feeling loved. Mrow. Sleep.
BUT FIRST! Tea in...
wait wait wait wait wait
I really don’t want to go home.
FUCK.
Plane
I’m on a plane to LA. There’s free WIFI. Every two feet there’s a sign that informs me of this.
This is my second flight today. I’m flying AirTran. Worst decision of my life. The flight to Atlanta was shit. I was next to a drastically obese man, so basically only half of my seat was available for sitting. He drooped on me and he smelled like burning weed and a stanky...
Home
I’m going home. It’s snowing. All my friends are gone. Steven lives right next to the airport. I’ll be really close to him and just be on the phone with him. That’s lame. I don’t want my friends to feel distant. I want to be an important part of the trifecta. I don’t want to be replaced by Alex. I’m important. I rock. Love me.
Fuck California.
I keep reblogging shit from http://www.eatsleepdraw.com because it’s the shiz.
