While I do not condone what happened in Colorado, I am incredibly intrigued and fascinated with the James Holmes case.
Normally I’m glad that I have mostly guy friends… but in this case, not so much.
My hometown has auditions for a new professional sports team dance team… and I really REALLY want to do it, but I’d rather do it with another friend… and I have no girl friends who are interested in dance. Lucky me, eh?
I have a slight addiction. I always have the urge to buy more undies from Aerie. I can’t help it. I want them all.
And even if I were to have them all, I’d want doubles.
I really want to know why potential employers will waste your AND their time in interviewing you, then tell you after that they have no open positions.
I’m pretty sure there’s a sign on my forehead that says “become best friends with me, then start ditching me and treating me like shit”. Because that’s how it always fucking works.
And people wonder why I have trust issues.
I’m really sick and fucking tired of literally everyone bitching about other people via social networking sites.
If you only have the balls to say it indirectly, don’t even fucking bother. Holy fuck.