It is actually sad how cool I feel using a credit card to buy things.

Hah! I just very sneakily borrowed my dad’s credit card (and promised to pay him back) to buy my mom Adele’s live concert DVD that she’s all excited about.

Her birthday’s Thursday, and it’s supposed to be here Friday, though…

I suppose I can make her a nice card about her gift being in transit.

Or just hope the delivery system magically improves.

But still, I feel like a big kid, buying my mom a gift instead of drawing shit for her like I have for the past decade or so, or a macaroni necklace, which was what she always got before I could draw.

fsufeminist:

socialistscum:

douxmaradoux:

I still think “friendzone” should be a big calzone you share with your friends. 

OMG. I love this idea.

“Hey friend, wanna share this friendzone with me?” “HELL FUCKING YES”

julieruin:

remember when smut was called lemon

…It isn’t?

Also I just bothered to check this Facebook group for kids from my elementary school class, and sweet holy lord, I am almost peeing myself laughing.

They’re just all fighting passive aggressively among each other about not having anyone from elementary school talk to them and calling each other sluts and r***rds.

See, this is why I the only people from those days I even hang out with are Cate and Sam.

Explaining to my mom that if she really liked my outfit, she’d be able to describe it using something other than Flight of the Conchords lyrics.

I think the best thing about the internet is that I can go on here and complain about my hair, and I will end up being given chocolate.

The whole world should just be like this.

I will make sure to bring some then.

Oh come on, Sarah… How about I bring some chocolate for you tomorrow?

I would like that.