
I’m stealing music from my roommate and she has Taking Back Sunday. Am currently listening to “You’re so Last Summer” and remembering how delightfully lame I was. Oh my God I want to go back in time armed with a hair straightener and some moisturizer.
The Little April Showers song from Bambi. You’re welcome.
The only time I ever desperately wish that I had a boyfriend is when I see a friggen house centipede. THIS TIME IT WAS CRAWLING ALL OVER THE WINDOW SILL NEXT TO MY BED WHERE I SLEEP. And then it disappeared and I failed to kill it.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP TONIGHT? SOMEONE COME KILL THIS THING.
Dear André Gide,
K I know you’re dead but L’immoraliste fucking sucked and I would like those three hours of my life back please. Look I understand that you were totally a homosexual during a time when homosexuality wasn’t accepted, but that doesn’t mean that you had to write terrible literature. To pull a David Spade, I liked this plot about a youth-obsessed closeted homosexual going on a mission to enjoy all the pleasures of life the first time I read it when it was called The Picture of Dorian Gray. Michel was totally boring and I just wanted him to die of tuberculosis. I hope you are currently burning in literary hell.
Still waiting for those three hours of my life,
Rebecca
P.S. I like your cape though.
flickflickflicker:(via movieoftheday)
Shaun: Oh, my God. She’s so drunk!