Youtube is not the place to go if you are suicidal.
(Source: Spotify)
I have a new Tumblr
Things are going better at work as far as internet access goes, so I decided to start a new Tumblr rather than re-starting here. Anyhow, Mr. Halfway, signing off.
October 17, 2012
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August 6, 2012
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Anonymous asked: u like moshe kasher?
I dunno. I used to until he hurt my tender feelings.
Jesus I need it to get better.
August 5, 2012
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This is amazing and I can not stop listening to it.
The Dark Knight Rises: Bane’s Speech done by Mark Hamill’s Joker (Impression) (by Pgirts)
(Source: youtube.com)
Why can’t life end in a guilt-free manner? It’s the least that’s owed to us.
August 5, 2012
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Also, in light of recent events, it’s important to keep something in mind: Mocking a religion is still bigotry.
If you think it’s funny that Mormons wear “magic underwear,” great, ha-ha, you’re an asshole.
Sikhs wear “magic underwear,” too.
And in both cases, every single goddamn Mormon or Sikh I’ve ever met has been an oustanding individual, as far as I could tell. Can’t say the same for any fucktard I ever met in San Francisco.
Awesome, now I’m in the mode where I’d be thinking about killing myself if I hadn’t already tried to kill myself years ago, all because of Twitter + Moshe Kasher.
I tell you, Twitter is the Devil.
I hate everything because I’m no good at none of it.
Moshe Kasher just made me sad, which is kind of funny.
Jesus god, I am way too insecure for Tumblr. Time to hold myself in a ball.
July 25, 2012
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So, someone as awesome and intelligent as Sally Ride: If she had written some kind of sex manual (There’s probably a pun or two you could easily form with “Sally Ride.” Like “Face Ride,” or something), how could you not pick it up? Here is one of the world’s most smartest and fantastic people giving you their opinions on sex: It’d be worth $24.95 and a look, right?
Totes.
July 24, 2012
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July 24, 2012
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I don’t even know what to do here anymore. I wasted invested so much time on redhead of the days and Bloom County and extraordinarily researched drunken rants about how much I suck that I don’t want to give it up. But my gosh-darned work has blocked it, which is where I get 90% of my Tumblin’ done.
“Life’s a bitch, then you die.” – something my mom would tell me a lot in my teenage years.
I am drunk and like my friends and I cannot reconcile that with how much I hate myself. C'est la vie.