October 2010
September 2010
“Chopper, sic balls!”
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Take me to the country!
- I want to shoot a gun. (not at animals, beer cans yes!)
- I want to ride in a pick up.
- I want to be in a small town.
- I just want to see grass and trees.
- Have home cooked meals.
- Drink Budweisers and Coors Lights.
- Walk down dirt roads.
Someone make this happen.
“I don’t need to smoke weed, I smoke clowns like you on the b-ball court!”
—The best Above the Influence commercial ever.
Today,
I went to a biology class in a college I do not attend.
“Boy, I’d go through the Legends of the Hidden Temple obstacle course for you!”
—Yours truly.
I doubt this will get much use, in case you wanted to- you can ask me something! →
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Trials of daily life, stuff about boners, excessive eating, being a total nerd. You name it, I’ll answer it!
Note To Self:
Perhaps consider eradicating the phrase “suck my dick” as my number one comeback of choice to 98% of remarks.
Just a thought.
All Day
Human Highway
Human Highway| All Day
“All day, got no worries, let the day waste away.”
I follow some of you based on your looks.
So what.
Sue me. But some of you are really awesome regardless of that!
My theory on how you should find your soul mate.
“I wish you could find out who your soul mate was based on their penis. Like it was a key, when you fucked and it fit perfectly it would light up and you would just know.”
I am a genius, but you already knew that.
Just another awkward occurrence in the life of a gangsta.
- Eryca: ...I had sex IN Chicago to the SONG Chicago.
- Me: Once i made out with a dude with a Cyndi Lauper tattoo with a banner that said time after time, while listening to time after time.
“I don’t know if he is flirting via liking everything I post…”
—
Valerie (via thestateimin)
(Things I say- ridiculous)
“Damn, this papi is lookin’ like something I want.”
— Me in sassy Latina form.
9:15PM
Means I was very drunk by 4:30/5pm and just woke up from a nap and feel not so hot.
Right on, day drinking.
2:30PM
Means its time to drink wine.
Listen
Just a little remix of a silly little song about me.
Want me to come on over?
-via ohajayousillygirl:-
RIP
To my love life.
You will be replaced by countless hours of delving into wondrous texts of art, religion, number theory, and other assortments of whimsical topics. To be honest, you weren’t very satisfying anyway.
You will not be missed. See ya when I see ya.
Sincerely,
Valerie Sullivan
