All those times you thought you felt a text message were actually a cute lil ghost who wanted to be your friend.
Oh my gosh!
When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like
Okay. So I’ve had a CRAZY long couple of days. And while they’ve been good days, I’m exhausted, and I know I’ve got a couple more long ones ahead of me before I can unwind.
So, when I hear a child pitching an almighty screaming hissy fit in the parking lot of the shopping center I’m at for a solid 5 minutes…safe to say I’m not so tolerant.
I’ve decided that if my kid ever does that, I’ll seriously do one of two things: drag him outta the store empty handed and dole out appropriate punishment upon arrival home, or I might get in the car and “leave” the child right where they stand (ie: get in my car, drive around the block a couple of times then come back and pick the kid up on the condition that the screaming ceases. IMMEDIATELY and indefinitely). Coddling= spoiled, annoying children. Simple as that. And I am jot having that
To the mosquito(s) who bit my foot and created the red, swollen, painful situation in the second picture: I hope my blood slowly, painfully poisons you to death. And I hope it transmits a disease to your offspring which renders them infertile and slowly kills them too. And I TRULY hope that once you’re dead there’s a special, particularly awful (whatever mosquitoes consider to be awful), spot in hell with your names on it.
OKAY IDK IF THIS HAS ALREADY MADE IT’S WAY ONTO TUMBLR, BUT I HAVEN’T SEEN IT AND I NEED IT ON MY BLOG. THIS IS ACTUALLY KINDA CUTE.
I’m gonna go curl up so where and die now….
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