January 2010
9 posts
My 100 Life Goals (Part 1)
Part 1: Numbers 1-25 in no particular order
1) Go to the ocean. Doesn’t matter which one.
2) Go ice skating
3) Get kicked out of a store for a hilarious reason (i.e crash motorized carts playing ‘bumper carts’)
4) Go to a concert
5) Eat octopus tentacles
6) Travel to every continent (except Antarctica) and every country (but not the really rich, tourist places. I’d...
Mr. Webster says... you're an atheist....
wonderbread844:
ok so i was sitting in the library in 5th hour on a planter.(yes a planter) The discussion changed and something came up about god and whatever. I said I believe in Fate not god. So a discussion started about that being an atheist or whatever…(I’m not up-to-date on such things so now I’m an atheist). I get the feeling that everyone around me thinks I’m a lunatic or a psychopath....
Suggestions?
Every once in a while I go through little phases where I don’t want to write anything at all. Then, suddenly, I get this crazy urge to write constantly. The problem is the in-between stage, when I want to write but have no creativity to do so. And to be honest, I need to improve some of my informal writing skills (or lack thereof in some cases), especially when I am not able to choose the...
I Must Have This.... →
Just click on the title and behold the awesome-ness!
All I really want in life is a squid with bulging eyes made into a hat……. hey, I don’t judge your dreams and life goals do I??
Nature is majestic as shit →
I don’t care who you are this some funny stuff right here!
Why Mr. Mime Is Freaking Creepy
When I was in elementary school I used to watch Pokemon in the morning while I ate breakfast. Every time the episode “It’s Mr. Mime Time” came on I experienced horrible fits of terror throughout the day and night. Even the slightest noise made me jump; in the fear that I would be attacked by Mr. Mime. Now don’t get me wrong- I love Pokemon, but Mr. Mime was an epic fail.
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The Dream I Once Had About Marrying a Turkey
I once had this dream that I married a turkey. He was an attractive gobbler who enjoyed long walks on the beach and the occasional night on the town. Anyways, my turkey husband and I had two or three little turkey children. The problem was, my turkey husband could not find a job. We were tight on money since the turkey children could not be filed as dependents on our tax forms. The Macy’s...
