Killing My Dreams
It’s like when you believe in Santa Clause, you know he’s not real, but it’s more fun believing that he is.. until someone comes along and breaks your heart.
Bastard.
Bad Room mates..
How do you tell a room mate that no one likes her.. There’s 5 people in one apartment who can’t stand you, meaning that 4 out of 5 wish you were gone.. that says something doesn’t it?
This doesn’t include the neighbors either!
Break the Floor
- M: What would you do if you saw the floor break after they drop the weights?
- K: What would you blame if there was a fat person next to it, the weights or the fat person?
- M: The weights, they don't have any feelings.
You are NOT That Important.
I agree. Lmao.
Ahem. Whities.
Get over yourselves. This is why I have this thing with some white people. They act like they’re the shit; and when they think they’re right, they rub it in your fucking face!
Here. I didn’t do anything wrong. Period. I just don’t care about our shit anymore.
Dear Britney,
I still love you, and I am proud of you for having a come back, but the spice girls existed in the 90s. Just saying.
Tumblr Etiquette
I believe it is Tumblr etiquette to cite your sources if you post something that someone that you follow has EVIDENTLY posted first.
Don’t think you can get away with “googling” or “youtubing” that link because if you follow that person, they probably follow you.
Give credit where it is due. Don’t be a diva.
I’m a nice person.
Don’t abuse it. I hate that. When it comes to work, I’m also a nice guy. When people ask me to switch hours, I say yes. When my boss wants me to work different hours, I say yes. Don’t be a goddamn diva. I hate divas. First of all, I have seniority. But I do what you want because I’m nice like that. Second of all; you don’t work as hard as I do, you can’t even do 1/3 of your goddamn job.
Don’t abuse what I have to offer. Don’t be a fuckin’ diva.
High School Friends
Don’t tell me that you’ve missed me when I’ve been away at college and then tell me you can’t wait to see me and proceed to treat me like shit when I DO come home.
It’s immature and stupid, and just because I’m not there every second of your life, you shouldn’t treat me as a third wheel. I get that you have plenty of inside jokes, but when you travel to come see me at my home, at least make me feel like you want to talk to me.
One day when I’m making it big, you’re going to be left behind, and that’s going to suck for you.
Sucks brah, should’ve thought twice before acting like a bitch.
