January 2009
Going to bed
Today was a good day but a…tough day at the same time. The reality that I move in a week is really hitting home and I’m starting to realize just how much I’m going to miss the routine I’ve spent 23 years establishing. My friends, my cats (I’m pretty sure they’re going to end up staying with mom and dad), my home, my city…it’s a lot to leave behind;...
I can't wait until Ben kills Penny.
forwhenifeellikesharing:
Yep.
Said it.
I honestly have no idea what this is talking about. Reblogging it because my Ben’s nickname is Penny. HA!
YAY!
fatben:
Plane ticket is bought to go to Atlanta to move Lauren up here! Contract isnt signed yet… but I got the apartment picked out! I just hope I can get in there before I have to move her up here. I am SOOO excited and happy right now! Things are finally falling into place! WOO!!!
Next Friday. :) Ugh, so much to do before then! lol
What's everyone's age?
shegoesbam:
monsterxero:
deadshot:
entrails:
robotlove:
lhh:
shaneblog:
hunsonisgroovy:
justinjustin:
evanbradford:
20!
20! (but i’ll be 21 on feb 5th!!)
20!
13!
15!
one year old than Ihh…bwahahahaha
17.
16
17
25. What now, sucka’s?!
23.
Nom Nom Nom!
apollosraven:
Perks of work: that office parent who sells her daughter’s Girl Scout Cookies.
Currently eating a whole row of Thin Mints.
This is why I miss college! At least I finally had a girl come by my door the other day, I was soooo excited to order some old school style. :)
“I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”
– William Ernest Henley
Badger Strategies at 1 AM while walking the dog in...
Me: So they've seen a fox or two running around the neighborhood. They're not going to like...maul me are they?
Ben: Foxes don't maul.
Me: But you said you heard some went after the neighbor kid or something.
Ben: No, their pet rabbit.
Me: Oh. At least it's not a badger. I'd freak out if a badger came charging after me. They go for the ankles, you can't protect your ankles.
Ben: Yeah, a badger attack would be bad.
Me: I'd prefer a cougar if I had to pick. They go for the throat. You can at least punch that in the face when it goes for your throat and fight back. You can't wrestle ankle biters.
Ben: ...No...no you can't. Why are you jacked up at 1 AM?
Me: Soda.
