For every happy couple that walks into this hotel about to spend the night together.
I don’t feel like being alone tonight. I feel like a deep wave of depression crashing over me like it hasn’t in a long while. Working alone at the hotel tonight is the last thing I need.
but alas Horatio, she does not want to be with me.
Looking at all these happy couples is like torture.
You know how when you stare at the light, then you close your eyes and the light is there burned into your retina for a few minutes? That just happened to me and the light image that was burned into eyes was in the shape of nigel thornberry
I am rapidly falling into insanity, from the sleep depravation of working 2 jobs, and the lack of friends, and the fact that I have financially support myself, my mother and help out my niece that is in med school in honduras, and the fact that I have no car in texas. I can’t sleep even though I am exhausted, and I have to go to work in a couple of hours at 11pm and I won’t get to sleep until at least 6pm tomorrow.
I hate that “Christmas Shoes” song, because I start sobbing uncontrollably. It makes me think about the fact that my mom is going to be gone one day. I always try to avoid hearing that song. Only reason I had to hear it now is cause my mom was with me. I hugged her and told her I love her so much.
My favorite christmas song is “All I want for Christmas” by Mariah Carey, and all I have wanted most of my life is for someone to think of me when they hear that song… and for me to know that they feel that way.
if youre having a bad day just watch this
i bet they’re best friends now
what did I just watch
This is the type of thing I miss about new york. You don’t get that type of thing here in houston.
I was just thinking about things that I say, I thought “I say that’s racist a lot” I say that’s racist in place of “that’s messed up” because racism is messed up.
I got bored today so I made this dinner for my fam. What do you guys think?
Is it just me, or do you feel weird when your parents tell you they love you in Spanish (Te Amo). I feel like the phrase “te amo” carries so much more weight than I love you. I never tell my parents I love them in that manner. I either say it in English “te quiero mucho” which is I really like you. Is that weird? I feel like its the same in all the romance languages. Well what do you think?
I dislike it when people have blogs and all they do is talk
about weed and how they smoke this weed and that weed.
I love cheese burgers, but you don’t see me talk only about
cheese burgers and how I ate the Afgani burger and the
Purple haze burger. You don’t see me posting pictures of myself
with every burger that I eat. I don’t post about me thinking about
having the mega collosal ultra cheese and bacon burger.
Roger G@Subway (by wtc3353)
I remember seeing this guy practically every-time I went to the city as a kid. This guy is a part of my childhood, even though I have never personally met him. Whenever I hear the song Moments In Love I can close my eyes and see him in his black tights and 3 masks ( he had three masks when I was a kid) and I would be mesmerized, and my parents always had to pull me away cause I just wanted to keep watching him.