Just the S.O.S. (same ol' !#@*)

Who the heck has a BBQ outdoors during a thunderstorm?

Me.

Stop staring stranger, I already know…

There’s a huge pimple right in the middle of my eyebrows. Friggin’ Mount Fuji.

My life is meaningless now…

…because I lost 3 Tumblarity.

I have a problem.

$499.54 gone in a month for food, bubble tea, clothes, and random shennanigans.

Ugh… I guess today will be job hunting day. Gonna get some sleep first. Good night.

Rosaline?

christinacho:

did you know that romeo’s first love was rosaline, not juliet?

but the world only knows and cares about romeo and juliet; not romeo and rosaline.

“We still don’t care.”

- The World

Chicken soup never tasted so sad.

Well, it finally happened. I had already expected this to occur sooner or later, but it seems a bit sooner than I thought. The birds have departed from my home, one alive, two down. It’s been proven through scientific research that animals require a certain amount of maternal care before they can survive on their own. Even the simplest animals need love. We couldn’t give them the kind of attention and natural care that their mother gave them, but we tried. At least one survived and flew away.

What did I learn from this experience? Take care of your pets. Don’t try to be something you’re not (in my case, a mother bird), and NEVER have chicken soup for lunch right after you find out your adopted bird pets passed away. I did, and I felt a sickness of guilt and irony… so I don’t think I’ll be able to eat poultry for a week now. Bleh.