100% of the time, I would have chose the phantom. True facts.
Seriously. Genius composer living in an awesome ass love nest under a theatre? Show me the down side. I defy you to show me anything wrong with that. Imagine all the books. All the music. All the SEX. I BET THERE WOULD BE A LOT OF SEX. No I haven’t thought a lot about it.
Maybe if I’d stop wasting my blog posting about it…
I need to find this book I’m looking for to distract myself from bitching about how Christine Daae is a fuckwad.
All of your problems can be solved with one word. Threesome.
Self indulgent post here, but new bra and can I just say DAMN. Those be some fine looking boobs.
Thank you burgundy tablecloth. I didn’t actually need khaki pants for work or anything. :|
Bluh. These 2g aren’t treating me very kindly. The tapers I have in are ridiculous and I don’t have any straight plugs to replace them with because they came with double flare plugs and I’m like O_O Fuck no. That shit is gonna fucking hurt worse than these did going in and shit I’ve never even tried putting those in and it’s gonna be awful and blood in the streets and bluh.
So. I’m kind of like I should just put the 4g back in and stop whining in run-on sentences on Tumblr…
Reblogging because this reminds me of the first couple miles I saw of Maine. There was pink granite on one side of the road and pine trees over the top of which was a sight very similar to this. It was late afternoon and the light was perfect and I could have died it was so pretty.
- Ben: I don't quare...
- Ben: Quare?
- Ben: Is that...like the queer version of care?
- Ben: *retching noise*
- Ben: Why is there so much phlegm?
- Ben: Why is my head so heavy?
- Ben: You are the BEST moirail.
- Ben: Why am I asking so many questions?
- Ben: What if I was hiiiiigh??
- Ben: Would I ask so many questions if I was high?
- Ben: Maybe being drunk is the key?
- Ben: Did you make this rum with weed?
- Ben: Is that a thing?
- Ben: Can you make rum with weed?
- Ben: How hard is it to walk to the bathroom to spit up this phlegm? It's like ten feet away from my door. Where I was.
- Ben: Why would you betray me like this, bed?! I thought we were friends!
- Ben: *narrating going to the bathroom*
- Ben: If anyone asks then drunk me approved of that and drunk me is cooler.
- Ben: *some nonsense about undercrackers*
- Ben: You would never wear crackers under your pants.
- Ben: That would be salty.
- Ben: I wouldn't want to stand up and see myself in the mirror and be like "You, sir, are HANDSOME. And Drunk."
- Ben: Hi there wall. You are my friend. You support me.
- Ben: Why do they always so much red? I'm falling over.
- Ben: Comcast is a douche. and I keep going on about how they're a douche because they're a douche.
- Ben: DRUNK HOMESTUCK. DrunkStuck. drunk stuck. Everyone is Roxy. All the time.
- Ben: I'm 19 living at home and grounded 5ever.
- Ben: Val you are my live blog of my drunkness.
- Ben: *more whining about how heavy his head is*
I accidentally up another gauge. Uh oh. :D
