No Way, Get Real.

So I was at work the other day, only a few people that asked how I was doing actually waited for my fucking response, I mean for fuck's sake, if you're going to ask to be 'polite' at least hear what they have to say and pretend like you actually give two shits, because if you don't care, don't ask, fuck it. And for the love of Christ please stop sampling 928137827 things and deciding that oh " you don't wanna be BOLD today, so you're gunna stick to fucking VANILLA" ya tool. blah.

I swear that by definition I have a disorder. It's like every time I meet a guy I instantly have an affinity towards them, I have no idea why, and then it's like once they show any bit of reciprocating said feelings, I run like I stole something. I have no idea, and it's not the whole "love the chase" thing, idk, but whatever it is, it needs to stop, like now, kthxbye. I can't be the only one who deals with this problem, I mean I know for a fact that there are other people out there, that when they first meet someone you say to yourself "I could so see myself with them" know who this ends.

On a lighter note:

Not my chair not my problem, that's what I say....
stupid dresses.
so this guy is tripping balls off shrooms in a closet by himself, the animation is fucking great.

speaking of cups, this kid is a friggen beast. I tried to "cup stack" once...yeah, let's just say grandma didn't like that idea.

according to Esquire, Kate B. is the sexiest woman alive, see for yourself.

Jonah Samson : pleasantville.
miniature fornication and murder, what more can you ask for?

I'm not really even a fan on ADIDAS, but I like these!

I would so wear this belt, no need to ask me twice.

keep it fresh.