May 2012
2 posts
textsfromdog:
April 2012
3 posts
Watchbeardickpunch:
schech:
nuggits2:
still my favorite video to ever exist
I agree
always
textsfromdog:
Watching somebody try like hell to push you away because they’re terrified of their own feelings is, by far, one of the most aggravating things in the world.
March 2012
1 post
February 2012
1 post
the-vashta-nerada:
just press play and watch the...
August 2011
1 post
June 2011
1 post
Unexpected goodbyes are shitty, ya know?
Listen, Tumblr. I know we don’t exactly have a close relationship (I tend to ignore you for months on end), but the past week has been one of the worst I’ve lived and I’d like to talk about it with you. Once I get everything out, I won’t have to rehash this again and again with friends who have already heard it. It’s a win/win—you get attention and I get to...
April 2011
1 post
Ya know, I’ve been saying this for the last twelve years or so, but I’m pretty sure he’s the man I’m gonna marry. And by pretty sure, I mean this time I’m damn near certain of it.
Also, I need to stop using my time creeping on Tumblr and start posting.
November 2010
0 posts
I am officially fed up with all of the vivid dreams I’ve been having lately. Waking up every hour in a cold sweat is not how I like to sleep.
October 2010
3 posts
http://rishtastic.tumblr.com/post/1235980872 →
rishtastic:
Don’t tell me I’m a bad gay for not being more upset over the teen suicides.
Don’t tell me to unfollow 50 Cent because he made a stupid joke.
Don’t tell me that I should support the gay community more and try to make me feel bad for not doing more.
Don’t try to outrage people with gay current…
This post makes me proud to know you, and even more proud to call you a friend. ...
Two very quick things I felt like sharing:
1. So I just found out Dave Holmes is gay and it made me laugh. I was basically in love with the guy when he showed up on MTV. Fellow St. Louisan right there.
2. My dad’s side of the family kinda has a history with the paranormal. Without going into too much detail, I will say that right now my room smells of sugar cookies (without any aid...
September 2010
3 posts
I just watched the season premiere of Glee and one thing I CANNOT get over is how Lea Michele lost what little weight she had and now reminds me of a twelve year old. Sticking her on the auditorium stage in that blue dress and socks worn with loafers just reinforces that image in my head. Welcome to seventh grade in the fifties.
Toothpaste.
Toothpaste is probably one of my least favorite things ever, topping even brussel sprouts (which I tried only once when I was six and visiting family in Germany). It’s not that I don’t like the taste, or the smell, or how it makes my teeth feel. I enjoy all of that. My issue and source of hatred comes from brushing my teeth and getting it on my shirt or somewhere on my clothing in...
I just tried walking into the back bedroom (which has been a storage room since I moved out) and couldn’t bring myself to do it. It’s not any mental or emotional block either.
There are so many fucking spiders back there. Goddamnit. I HATE spiders.
August 2010
1 post
I can’t sleep. Well, I probably could, but I choose not to. I just stay awake until I’m absolutely exhausted and can’t keep my eyes open any longer. I can’t fall asleep without some sort of noise in the background either. I don’t even sleep in my room. The couch has been my bed for the past week or so, and I just cue up Netflix and find some movie that I...
July 2010
6 posts
Reason #1 it was a bad idea for me to move to Atlanta: Black men.
I don’t say that in a negative way at all, honestly, but I’m not attracted to that variety of man. They sure are attracted to me though. Let me break it down for you.
I’m a little white girl with an ass that goes for days. My backside has a mind of its own. Not only do have the bottom of a black woman but I...
My turn.
So the other night I wrote a rather strongly worded letter to the ex boyfriend of my best friend, which I then posted here. And then karma turned around and kicked me right in the vagina.
To my own ex:
WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME?
My regards, Hoffy
Still can’t fucking sleep, either. This is such a crock of shit.
They found me. D:
Andrew did a shit-ton of drinking yesterday. We finally got home just before midnight and ate Chinese food. We start watching a movie just to chill out and I’m giving Andrew water bottles like every fifteen minutes so he can detox.
Knock at the door. Andrew opens it, yells, “Oh FUCK no!”, and slams it shut. “Who is it?” “EVERYBODY.”
And that’s...
Oh, GIRL.
I’m six kinds of ready to fucking choke a bitch right now. Never in my life have I alternated so quickly between wanting to hug somebody and wanting to rip out their heart and voice box and do a jig in such a violent manner on said body parts that it takes an entire forensics team at least four months to figure out what the fuck the leftover pulp started as.
To my best friend’s ex:
...
This saying goodbye to important people in my life business has really taken a toll on me. Yesterday was atrocious in that category. I haven’t cried like that in a while.
After my last shift at the ‘Mark yesterday, I had a few beers with my manager and two co-workers in the stockroom (hello, bad idea). I really didn’t want to cry like that, and I didn’t mean to. Then...
May 2010
3 posts
I really hate the feeling that everything I’ve experienced outside of this town is just a dream and some weird figment of my imagination.
I’m going home. In six weeks. For good.
Only five people here in town know. My family doesn’t know. Work doesn’t know.
DOESN’T MATTER. A-TOWN BOUND.
April 2010
1 post
Hoffy: UGH. That bitch has another thing coming. Turns out, all five things she has coming are connected to my right hand.
Andrew: Yeah, four fingers and ME.
March 2010
10 posts
Light of my life. Holy crap.
Hoffy: I thought you were gonna try to go to sleep.
Andrew: me too
Andrew: but i kept checking my blood pressure
Hoffy: ...I regret asking this already, but how many times did you check it?
Andrew: like 9
Andrew: actually stopped checking the numbers
Newest obsession:
Turning natural disasters or dangerous situations into something shit-tastic.
Shitnami and Shitnado are high on the list. :D
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-3-21) →
Today has just fucked with me.
NOT A FAN.
Woke up to a text from my ex boyfriend of literally years asking me what cuntwax means. Out of context I realize that statement makes no sense, but rest assured it’s relevant if your name is Andrew.
The problem I have with this guy is that he is single-handedly responsible for the majority of my relationship issues. Two years of constant bullshit left me completely strung out....
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Ugh. I can’t eat without wanting to throw it back up. I’m horrifically fucking sad right now.
Nine weeks until I can go home. Goddamnit.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-2-28) →
February 2010
7 posts
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It really irritates the ever-loving fuck out of me when “friends” go M.I.A. because they’ve found something to put their dick in. Or something to insert vaginally.
Biggest eye roll of my LIFE right now. Ugh.
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Nothing like finding out somebody that’s been in love with you for a decade quit talking to you so they could get married. Even better when you find out over a month after the fact.
You remember that last conversation. You remember him asking if you were in it for the long haul, or if you wanted to back out. You remember yelling at him for trying to force your hand in a very precarious...
January 2010
15 posts
It’s hard not to be excited about going to Atlanta next month when Andrew sends me text telling me he’s gonna rape me. -_-
I miss this shit out of Georgia. It’s a really homesick feeling, which is odd because I’ve never lived there. I guess I feel so attached that it’s just turned into home. I’ll always love St. Louis, but the South just seems to be a...
Stupid Guilt.
rishtastic:
HOW DO I GET RID OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUU
If you’re Catholic that shit is terminal. D:
www.noenemy.org
kevinnat:
The prayer flags I ordered from here just came in, and I also got this handwritten note:
“Dear Kevin, Thank you for supporting No Enemy. I made these prayer flags out of fabrics collected from thrift stores and hemp twine. My friends and I made these designs and left one flag for your imagination. Please let me know any ?’s or concerns. Thank you Kevin! Peace and love, Paul...
Women Lost Life's Coin-Flip.
rishtastic:
heyitshoffy:
(via rishtastic)
Bullshit. I get to keep the kitchen. You can have the outside world. I control the spice.
Pardon me, the computer is not an appliance. What are you doing using it?
I have to be able to order tools of the trade somehow. PAMPERED CHEF IS MY FRIEND, OKAY?
Women Lost Life's Coin-Flip.
(via rishtastic)
Bullshit. I get to keep the kitchen. You can have the outside world. I control the spice.
I’m looking for something more permanent right now, but the two options that have presented themselves make no fucking sense at all. Frustrating as hell.
Also. I was told my life is more interesting than that of a gay man, and that that’s saying something.
Uh… Shit.