December 2009
24 posts
The End of an Era
Graduated Friday but it means I’m officially EMPLOYED ALSO!
Here’s to 2010!
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I just realized
that all of my graduation money and that first real paycheck? can’t go straight to clothes and fun. I’mma have rent and bills, people. Time to prioritize.
I could really do without people telling me to...
It’s a little too late to be upset about that now, isn’t it?
Your trashy taste in television betrays your classy outward appearance
– Hunter, hating on my guilty pleasure
Could someone tell me how 3 posts in one day makes my tumblarity go down TEN POINTS? WTF TUMBLR.
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things I could be doing with my life at the...
Addressing four final graduation announcements
Not watching the 6th consecutive episode of “Snapped”
Taking out the trash
Packing up my room
Apartment-hunting in Atlanta
Writing an extra-credit Anthropology paper
Worrying about what I should be doing at the present moment
Wondering if this is what it’s like in the real world
this warranted a laugh out loud.
txtsfrmlstnght:
(724): i woke up at 5 am and found myself wrapped in christmas lights that were plugged into the wall.
I'm admitting defeat.
That is all.
Dear all you gator fans…you can’t hate the gator haters. … So...
– “Tebow Crying” fan page (as seen here).
My favorite part is the last line.
All number 1 songs of the 2000s →
Reblogging for my own future reference. I would love to listen to all of them, but, OH YEAH, I have a final to worry about. What I didn’t mention was that I have yet to start studying for it and the test is at, OH, nine in the morning. Oops.
justbesplendid:
This chronological list of every song that reached the top of the Hot 100 during the 2000s — through the end of Nov. 2009 — allows...
Would it be inappropriate to create a tumblr dedicated to the ridiculousness I see on Facebook from people I went to high school with?
I could make a career out of reading TFLN
txtsfrmlstnght:
(703): you thought your tounge was “malfunctioning” because every time u spoke it wouldnt sit still.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
– Souza (?)