i'm not going to write some seemingly in depth, heart felt bullshit into my description. you're not going to know anymore about me after reading through it than before. my blog isn't the portal into my soul or my feelings. it's a blog. enjoy.
soup du jour
my few joys in life:
the fact that i was typing that title so fast that i put “jew” instead of “few” laughed, and then corrected myself.
kittens.
scrutinizing and razing hipster and/or teenage beliefs and dreams.
wu-tang clan.
lying.
blunt expressions.
enjoying gay nature shit.
yelling obscenities at deer.
girls with big boobs.
people-watching.
being asn’s giraffe.
making boys with “small dog” complexes void themselves.
my personal jesus (who happens to be a little orange kitty with blue eyes)
listening to people who go off about why they think it’s “morally” wrong to eat/drink at Starbucks. (example : “people think they’re so much better than everyone else cause they go to starbucks to work on their scripts and drink their five dollar coffees”) it makes me wish i was a script writer or i had the motivation to pretend to be one to see how many people i can get to hate me for being on a laptop in starbucks.
making people assume i care.
