So
I made Jiffy Pop for the first time in my life about 30 seconds ago.
Popcorn has never felt like such a life and death situation.
At any moment I thought I was about to be sprayed with molten butter lava.
The end result is quite tasty.
Never Be Alone - A Wintery Playlist by erinpierce
(credit to Lindsay for the AWESOMELY INDIE graphic)The Shins - Australia
Gym Class Heroes - Simple Living
Justice vs. Ratatat - We Are Your Friends (Bearbot MashUp Remix)
Greta Salpeter & Thomas Dutton - Baby, It’s Cold Outside
Brand New - Luca
Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton - The Maid Needs A Maid
Land of Talk - It’s Okay
Kanye West - Addiction
Ra Ra Riot - Winter ‘05
Sufjan Stevens - All Good Naysayers, Speak Up! Or Forever Hold Your Peace!
The Beatles - Because
The Early November - Hair
Kate Nash - Birds
Regina Spektor - Better
Radiohead - 15 Step
Jack Johnson - Upside Down
Monsters Of Folk - Baby Boomer
The Format - On Your Porch (Acoustic)
Crystal Castles - Good Time
Cat Power - Sea of Love
Of Montreal - Gallery Piece
This Providence - Sand In Your Shoes (Acoustic)
Third Eye Blind - How’s It Going to Be
Steel Train - Kill Monsters In the RainIf you enjoy, relblog and share! (Let me know if anything doesn’t work)
I like this so far. Good job lol.
Zzzz..
I’m exhausted from a 12 hour work day.
Eight toddlers. All with diarrhea.
Waking at 5am to start it all over again.
I’m forcing myself to stay awake.
You’re going to call and I don’t want to miss it for anything.
You’re 1,000 miles away and I can’t seem to function without your voice.
I want you to come home. It’s selfish but I feel that I can be selfish for once.
3 weeks left. :/
I’m always doing this to myself.
I wish I could show you a “behind the scenes” look at my life when you’re not in it.
It’s pretty depressing and you’d probably be creeped out at how much you occupy my mind.
erinspence:1:2:3:4:5:solaravada:
Jason Mewes: Jays Rap (OST Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back)
Smoking weed, smoking weed
Doing coke, drinking beers
Drinking beers, beers, beers
Rolling fatties, smoking blunts
Who smokes the blunts?
We smoke the blunts
Rolling blunts and smoking ‘em…
Uh, let me get a nickel bag
15 bucks, little man
Put that shit, in my hand
If that money, doesn’t show
Then you owe me, owe me, owe
Please reblog this to help strike a blow against pediatric cancer. I will post on Sunday exactly how much I’ve raised by doing this!
I’m sick. :|
I make myself sick by thinking all of these thoughts that I want nothing to do with.
I numb it out with drugs. Prescribed or not.
It’s a band aid for a moment but not the cure.
Stop giving me reason to worry, and I won’t.
Just reassure me that I’m alright. That I can be enough for you.
“Are you mine? Are you mine?
Cos I stay here all the time,
Watching telly, Drinking wine,
Who’d have known, Who’d have known?
When you flash up on my phone,
I no longer feel alone,
No longer feel alone.
Let’s just stay, Let’s just stay,
I wanna lie in bed all day,
We’ll be laughing all the way”
Pretty much my lamest post, ever.
But, I’m pretty lame today.
Tomorrow is going to be awful until 5:45pm.
I just want to fast-forward through all of this and see how it works out.
You have a beautiful, beautiful smile;
the way it curls and collapses on your lips.
When you touch me I shake like a child.
It’s late I’m afraid you might leave,
‘cause sometimes it seems like you still don’t believe me.
There’s nothing I can do to concentrate.
It’s so distracting always thinking of you.
So, I expose and explain, and I meant everything I said.
And it’s moments like this that repeat and replay in my head,
when I’m laying in bed.
Rings so true to my current situation. I love when a song can reflect what’s going on better than I can myself. Via Secret Lighthouse
