March 2011
94 posts
I am a terrible person who does terrible things.
Jose: do I sometimes dress like a slutty barbie?
Jemimah: yeah, sometimes you do.
Dear Kevin and Angelina
you can keep your wicked tumblrs for two reasons…
I know you mother fuckers read my tumblr, and I just wanted to let you know, that i know that you do. And I know that you know that I know. “I want him to know, I want him to know.”
And the other reason is… uhh… I’m going to Kill Bill or something like that?
A moment, a love, a dream, a laugh...
Here I am, about to embark on a little adventure with two lovely friends.
Life is so beautiful.
And my life hasn’t begun yet.
You were never meant to be permanent. You were meant to inspire me. You were meant to give me hope again. It was fate that brought you in my life. You’re my guardian angel pushing me in the right direction. You bring the best out of me and you make me...
I would really appreciate if somebody would let me boss them up…
“Huh… I never knew that street was called Lucerne… That’s a...”
– Ricardo, desperately reaching for conversation topics while I sat there basking in the glory of the awkwardness caused by my silent seething.
Things come out much better when you talk to me.
I love never making the right choices! I love this feeling I get when I hurt people who love me. I love never being able to be satisfied!
Fuck this shit.
IT'S FINALLY HERE!!
“Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.”
After being tumblr/xanga/facebook/myspaceblog famous for over six years, I’m finally succumbing to the most quoted quote amongst...
Dear Jose, Part Deux
You sell yourself short and assume that everyone else much more than they really are.
You’re really amazing, and you should be thankful that you have amazing friends to help you realize that. And amazing friends that influence you to be the amazing person you are.
I am a product of my environment.
I love you. I love you so dearly. Keep on trucking.
Sinerely,
Jose.
I wish my mother would stop playing Taylor Swift.
I do overreact. I do get overly sensitive. I do. I will be the first to admit this.
But I’m not stupid. I know what’s what.
I know when people are avoiding me. I know when people are ashamed. I know when people are too scared to talk to me.
And that just makes me feel worse because I try my best to be there for the enormous blanket of friends I have, and when I need just one or two...
You’re a complete fucking asshole.
That is all.
Welps, I'm back on the Bandwagon!
Now, after trying my best to fight against this feeling, I’m finally reminded why I had it in the first place.
I can now say that I’m a member of Club I Want to Move Out of Fresno.
Sure it was lonely in SF, but I forgot how lonely it is here.
Looks like it’s me and my IPod tonight.
And Sheila Kensington. She never lets me down.
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...
“Wait… Is you’re brother my brother?”
– Angelina Amescua
“People post different things on tumblr… Like art… Funny...”
– Me, in a moment of clarity when I’m stoned off my balls…
Dear Friend,
Fuck you. Fuck you for abandoning me. Fuck you for quitting on out future plans together when we hit our first bump. Fuck you for fucking my face and trying to erase it. Fuck you for not considering my feelings. Fuck you for constantly belittling me feelings. Fuck you for never trying. Fuck you for calling her up when I know I would kill for a conversation with you that you’re actually...
Drive-Thru Meltdown
Drive-Thru Attendant: May I take your order?
Jose: YES, I'LL HAVE THE ALL-AMERICAN COMBO
Attendant: Regular fries or curly?
Jose: uhh...uhm... uhh... NO, I SAID I JUST WANT THE ALL-AMERICAN COMBO! SMALL!
Attendant: Okay.. Regular fries or curly?
Jose: Oh... regular... *Turns around and laughs ass off on the phone*
Attendant: And to drink?
Jess: What do you want to drink, Jose?
Jose: Strawberry fanta.
Jess: Okay... Uhh... Wait... Did he say orange fanta?
Jose: NO! STRAWBERRY FANTA! STRAWBERRY FANTA!
Jess: Oh. Strawberry fanta please.
Today's schedule:
Contemplate my situation
Ditch class
Masturbate
Feel like shit after masturbating
Feel like shit after contemplating
Post a tumblr that people will read and misunderstand
Demonize people
Try my best to escape feelings of self-loathing
Refuse to give up on certain ideas
Contemplate on how multiple people have wronged me
Dwell in the past
Watch Sucker Punch with Kevin and Angelina
...
“I HATE when I see autistic children.”
– KateLUND
I put shit in jess’s face.
“I only drink hard liquor because what’s the point if you have to drink...”
– Anonymous
“When you feel like crying I will try to make you laugh. And if I can’t, if...”
– Tucker Russell, via a bright eyes song.
“ALL MEN ARE FUCKING COWARDS. YOU SHOULD KILL THEM. THROW THEM IN THE FIRE.”
– Mother Theresa
"This Magic Moment"
Today, my father was listening to Roy Orbison and I bonded with him over it. It was a very nice sound coming through the speakers.
And then the song came on that I always played in the back of my fantasies. And then I got irritated at myself.
I’ve no apetite lately. The thought of anything makes me want to throw up. Not just food. Anything.
This wind is inhibiting my bike rides, which in...
to all the bitches that be trippin
alitree:
Here you go sean.
No, really. I like it.
I enjoy constantly having other people’s shit poured on me.
It’s really nice, actually.
It’s the only thing I’m good at, having shit poured on me.
And I mean, where else are they going to pour their shit?
I have no shit of my own to dwell in, so might as well pour on!
I wish the people who made me happy could continue to make me happy without me being crazy.
Oh well!
...
Cool guy.
comealllyouweary:
It’s all relative. If you and I were in a car accident, and the vehicle caught on fire, and your arm catches on fire, but my whole body is on fire. Yes, I’m worst off than you, but the pain you feel is real and may be the worst pain that you’ve ever felt. So with that said, some people may have it worse than you, but that doesn’t make your pain any less real. However,...
“You’ll get everything you want one day.”
– Christian Tayar
“My balls are so fucking sweaty.”
– Hellen Keller
Good job jose. Good job for having balls and being honest and being a good friend. Good job your being stoic and being a bad bitch.
That mantra gets pretty repetitive and pathetic after a while.
So now, well, I can’t really find solace in much.
At least people enjoy my company.
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He doesn't like me back guys!
And I have a pimple on my ass!
:D
Dear Jose,
all the time, it’s all you do.
All you ever fucking do. I’m tired of these endless cycles. I’m tired of all this.
I’d prefer it if you’d stop getting me into these situations. I’d prefer it if you could just shut up and stop being so goddamn weak.
I’d prefer it if these words actually meant something to you.
Sincerely,
Jose
I’m so scared of death… I’m so scared of goodbyes.
I want to stop thinking about it. I get so crazy when I’m alone.
I don’t want to be alone. I’m so scared, I promise.
Please.
I still have alcohol induced gases coming out of my throathole.
Last night was fun. Hooray for making a fool of yourself. And ruining everyone’s life around you… And my beautifully drunk friends sloppily jamming in a drunken stupor.
And moose shot glasses. Those are cool too.
And Kecha.
I’m a fucking embarrassing hot mess
“I just want to suck the shit out of some cock.”
– Nelson Mandela 