I’ve just decided, the cast of Harry Potter are possibly the luckiest people in the world. We all wish for a magical land where nothing is ordinary. Where we can escape to go on fantastical adventures - they’ve had that. For the last decade they’ve had that.

Future husband

I'd settle for James Roday. 

Definitely. 

What's on the agenda tomorrow?

Let's see...

• Kevin is moving to Boise. HELLO RANDOM!! What the heck... Srsly?

*Exasperated sigh*

some pics.

On a related note...

The "haha"

I send that one a lot, too.

And it's most likely due to 1 of 3 reasons:

1. I wasn't really paying attention to what you said, and so I don't have a proper response

2. actually, number one is probably the most common reason.

Deal with it.

I know

all of you hate the text that just says "ok"

I'm an avid sender of said text.

Why? You may ask in a violent rage...

I'll tell you why!

BECAUSE!!!

But seriously. It's my way of saying "I have nothing else I want to say to you, but I'm showing you I received your last text so you don't think I left you hanging."

It's a common courtesy. I promise.

Hi-larious!

This is entitled Garlic Bread Thoughts.

I want to become a sea fairer. I want to harness the wind, use it to take me wherever I want to go, and then let it harness me and take me wherever it blows.

Inner monologue:

Foreword-This guy I work with takes my trash out for me. I'm kind of mean to him every time, and every time he asks if I'm in a bad mood, and I tell him no, I'm actually in a good mood, but he takes it anyway
I realized today that when I'm in a bad mood, I'm actually nice to him.

Here's the salutation to my letter to him:

Dear Demetrius...DJ...D-Town. D-Train? D-Money...D-Money Bags? D-Bag? D-Bag. I like that. Let's go with that.

What do labels in relationships mean?
I don't want a boyfriend.
I want a best friend.
One that I can hold hands with and kiss.

That's all I have.

When I'm feeling down

or just emotionally drained, I like to put on your old hoodie, eat ice cream, and have a good cry.

Just a doodle.

You know you're addicted when...

your Monster is warm when you get back to the car, so you hurry and down it and go buy another one to make up for the missed opportunity of the last satisfying guzzle of cool refreshing goodness.

Snapshots from my life...

last weekend

Worst breakfast of my life, sadly. 

There are so many things wrong with this sign.

mmmmmm

shushi!

What a Hunk!

We pounded that down real fast!

:)