Cleaning out my room. Found my prom dress (uh why do I still have it?), and almost 7 years later it still fits. Woo. And now it shall be promptly dumped in the pile of crap I’m donating. Well…okay, maybe I’m toying with the idea of wearing it somewhere random first, and then dumping it.
Sherry: Gas should be spelled g-a-s-s.
Me: Huh? why?
Sherry: Cuz gas comes out of your ass.
You should just find someone online. Go on and see how many hits you can get.
My mom (trying to get me to consider online dating, as the Craigslist Killer is playing on Lifetime in the background…)
Day 3/365: Throw away something you like.
Goodbye my beloveds. <3
Mom: Who is this singing?
Me: I think it's Akon.
Mom: Egg Corn?
Me: No. Akon.
Mom: Akon? That sounds like a bug spray.
Damn that Mark Twain was so kick-ass. <3
(Source: deliriousmuch)
