Not immediatly begin bf/gf. I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first baciare would be with someone you’ve been da
ting for months, not hookup with a guy te meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give te his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just da wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where Amore actually made sense
I am soo fucking irritated with my mother. I Amore her but I swear, she pisses me off. Sending my brother MY letto instead of shipping it to me, promising to send him some sheets, promising to help him out, but not me. Than swears like she misses me and wants to skype. Maybe mother, te should pick up the goddamn phone. Maybe te should actually talk to me, but you’re too damn busy with your husband, and too busy worrying over my brother. He’s 21, he can handle himself. How about helping your 19 anno old daughter, that te claim to be sooo worried about. Whatever. In the end, it’ll only be my husband and I that got us our stuff, with no one’s damn help. And I’ll be damn proud. How retarded must someone be??? The person I’m talking about was told several times, to fuck off and get out of our life, especially my boyfriends life, and she writes him a letter to ask for help regarding a visual software?! Bitch, saying that te know te should not talk to him is not an excuse to hold up, when te still do it! Right now I’m pissed and I almost wrote her a letter in the name of my boyfriend…
Almost. I’m not the person to do things like this behind his back, but I’ll write this retarded waste of air and spazio a note, cause as it seems she really has mental issues, if she is not capable to understand such an easy thing as Fuck Off.
OR
The other version is, that this is her way to try to get back into our life, stating she just wants help with a software and some tips from a pro. Google, motherfucker, ever heard of it? no dad te are not fucking entitled to a female
women are not slaves, and if te can’t see why they hate te then te need to realize the things te say.
Quite frankly I’m disappointed that Glee is trying to replace the old characters. da this I mean, bringing in the new “Rachel”, “Quinn”, “Santana”, “Puck”, “Mercedes”, “Finn” and “Mike”. We haven’t seen most of these being replaced yet, but what if they are. And honestly, it’s dumb of the writers to find “replacements” instead of creating new characters and coming up with storylines for them. o why not instead just focus on the characters we have already and explore their storylines instead? I hate when girls know they’re attractive and let it get to their heads and get this sense of entitlement ad belief they can try belittle; look down on everyone and because they’re pretty, get away with it. You’re just a bunch of self obsessed, vain, pathetic, vile little whores and you’ll be nothing but a trophy one night stand until te find someone who’s as poisonous as te are.
Kill yourselves. That awesome moment when your brother almost cracks your skull open on the cucina floor -___- seriously. Sometimes I wonder about this kid. I hate the way teenage boys sound. THEY ALL SOUND THE SAME.
It annoys me so much. Like, I KNOW, puberty and all but holy crap.
Just, whatever te consider your “inside voice”, notch it down da 10 levels. my sister isds ficking watchujig Victorious for like the fifyth time and its pissing me off so much because its the fifth time shes watched this episoede and its so fucking annoying and shes not evn allowed to watch victprious and im grounded for the weekend for something i did not even come close to doing fuck te family.
I just dont know what i am doing anymore. I know i should be happy. There is nothing in my life that should make me unhappy yet i feel like I am sinking deeper and deeper into sadness. It used to just last for a giorno o two and then that was it but now i dont. it just seems to last forever. i know that i should just stay positive o whatever and things will change but how long do i have to wait for that to happen. i dont know how much longer i can last like this.
ting for months, not hookup with a guy te meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give te his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just da wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where Amore actually made sense
I am soo fucking irritated with my mother. I Amore her but I swear, she pisses me off. Sending my brother MY letto instead of shipping it to me, promising to send him some sheets, promising to help him out, but not me. Than swears like she misses me and wants to skype. Maybe mother, te should pick up the goddamn phone. Maybe te should actually talk to me, but you’re too damn busy with your husband, and too busy worrying over my brother. He’s 21, he can handle himself. How about helping your 19 anno old daughter, that te claim to be sooo worried about. Whatever. In the end, it’ll only be my husband and I that got us our stuff, with no one’s damn help. And I’ll be damn proud. How retarded must someone be??? The person I’m talking about was told several times, to fuck off and get out of our life, especially my boyfriends life, and she writes him a letter to ask for help regarding a visual software?! Bitch, saying that te know te should not talk to him is not an excuse to hold up, when te still do it! Right now I’m pissed and I almost wrote her a letter in the name of my boyfriend…
Almost. I’m not the person to do things like this behind his back, but I’ll write this retarded waste of air and spazio a note, cause as it seems she really has mental issues, if she is not capable to understand such an easy thing as Fuck Off.
OR
The other version is, that this is her way to try to get back into our life, stating she just wants help with a software and some tips from a pro. Google, motherfucker, ever heard of it? no dad te are not fucking entitled to a female
women are not slaves, and if te can’t see why they hate te then te need to realize the things te say.
Quite frankly I’m disappointed that Glee is trying to replace the old characters. da this I mean, bringing in the new “Rachel”, “Quinn”, “Santana”, “Puck”, “Mercedes”, “Finn” and “Mike”. We haven’t seen most of these being replaced yet, but what if they are. And honestly, it’s dumb of the writers to find “replacements” instead of creating new characters and coming up with storylines for them. o why not instead just focus on the characters we have already and explore their storylines instead? I hate when girls know they’re attractive and let it get to their heads and get this sense of entitlement ad belief they can try belittle; look down on everyone and because they’re pretty, get away with it. You’re just a bunch of self obsessed, vain, pathetic, vile little whores and you’ll be nothing but a trophy one night stand until te find someone who’s as poisonous as te are.
Kill yourselves. That awesome moment when your brother almost cracks your skull open on the cucina floor -___- seriously. Sometimes I wonder about this kid. I hate the way teenage boys sound. THEY ALL SOUND THE SAME.
It annoys me so much. Like, I KNOW, puberty and all but holy crap.
Just, whatever te consider your “inside voice”, notch it down da 10 levels. my sister isds ficking watchujig Victorious for like the fifyth time and its pissing me off so much because its the fifth time shes watched this episoede and its so fucking annoying and shes not evn allowed to watch victprious and im grounded for the weekend for something i did not even come close to doing fuck te family.
I just dont know what i am doing anymore. I know i should be happy. There is nothing in my life that should make me unhappy yet i feel like I am sinking deeper and deeper into sadness. It used to just last for a giorno o two and then that was it but now i dont. it just seems to last forever. i know that i should just stay positive o whatever and things will change but how long do i have to wait for that to happen. i dont know how much longer i can last like this.
I wondered if te could hear my cuore in your sleep,
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when te wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as te fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
o maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I Amore you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when te wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as te fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
o maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I Amore you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
So my uncle told me this joke and I HAD to post it:
So two blondes walk into a bar and sit at the counter. They order drinks, high five, and yell "Three months!" They finish their drinks and repeat.
The bartender is curious and asks, "What does 'three months' mean?"
One blonde explains. "You see, we bought a puzzle and it detto on the front '3-6 years', but we finished it in three months!"
Got to be the dumbest blondes on earth!
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.
So two blondes walk into a bar and sit at the counter. They order drinks, high five, and yell "Three months!" They finish their drinks and repeat.
The bartender is curious and asks, "What does 'three months' mean?"
One blonde explains. "You see, we bought a puzzle and it detto on the front '3-6 years', but we finished it in three months!"
Got to be the dumbest blondes on earth!
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.
