Valentine’s Day ‘12…. bitch
I want to eat less, but then my culinary genius just goes soaring, and, hey, who am I to put a stopper on good ol’ creative flow? No one, that’s who. So pudding.
On the other hand, FUCK the shit out of you for putting me on hold all the damn time. I think about you so much, and I’m pretty sure you don’t think about me much at all anymore. Le sigh
This post may have been a bit crass.. I think I am a woman
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I am buying a set of these so I can recline in a sweet chair in the backyard in the summer and drink juice :’) so beautiful
+FUCK DISRESPECTFUL PEOPLE
Seriously? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Why on Earth would you sign yourself up for the highest level of hip hop that is offered when you belong in a beginner level? And how is it that you have the audacity to stand front and center of the studio getting in my fucking way when I’m actually trying to dance? Fuck all of you! First of all, dance classes aren’t cheap, and neither is gas. Second of all, some of us are actually passionate about this style of dance and want to take full advantage of class time to get better. The worst part is that you girls waste mommy and daddy’s money, the teacher’s time, AND my time, and you don’t even care. “Haha oh my God I’m so bad at hip hop this is so funny I can’t even do this look how white I look hehehe.” It’s really not fucking funny. I love hip hop. I don’t get to take many hip hop classes because they’re not offered as much. This is my opportunity to do what I love. Stop ruining it. You are such disrespectful people it kills me.
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pretty cruel
So I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and I’ve come to the conclusion about what I think is quite possibly the worst thing that life has to offer: Dementia. Besides its overwhelming incurability, I feel that it robs life from its victims twice. The first death happens once the disease takes away the person’s memories. Imagine forgetting how to multiply.. Now imagine forgetting how to press the buttons on a microwave or how to start a car… and now imagine being unable to distinguish the differences between the face of a stranger and the face of your own mother. You, as a person, are gone, and you are left frustrated with yourself all the time trying to understand and make yourself understood, and it only worsens. The second death is of course the actual point that your life comes to a halt. There are way too many things in the world that cause people pain. But I don’t know what I would do if I went up to my Dad and he extended his hand to shake mine, proceeding to ask me my name. It’s all so hopeless
+Lol for class favorite I sure am a loser
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