Objective: Hair length as indecisive as i am.

It’s time to move back to Milwaukee.

When I could sit in the UW Milwaukee library, and not need facebook to be distracted. Drawing from a fond and distant memory, this is vaguely how it went:

1. Hey, you look shockingly homeless.. what are you doing reading Chaucer? (thanking god for the metal detectors as you walk in.. at least he’s not dangerous.) On second thought, I think those were to keep people from stealing books. Nevermind, you might be dangerous.

2. Dreadlocks, hey dreadlocks - I’m checkin you out.

3. The view into the courtyard. Both seasons this view was of endless entertainment, no.. you should not wear heels to class when it’s January and yes.. i do think it’s fucking hilarious that you just fell over. And, in the midwest when the snow finally melts, boy does someone flip our crazy switch. I’m fine with you sunbathing without your shirt on, even if it’s only 60. I’m also fine with mouthing dirty comments about you to my friends about how little clothes you’re wearing, when it’s only sixty.

4. The old people at the computer section, the ones who utilize only their pointer fingers. I love your beret, and the way you squint. Computers - lets be honest - were made for 20/20 vision.

Now, my current situation. You damn collegiate ass holes. I don’t like using the interweb to procrastinate writing a film analysis. I AM A PEOPLE WATCHER. Would you like to know what the *basement* library at the University of Minnesota gives me to watch?

1. ASIANS.

I’M APALLED. Some one actually had the nerve to compare Sienna Millers’ style to Britney Spears. Maybe, Maaaaaybe someday, If Sienna lost her looks, talent and dignity. But today, no such thing folks.

Spending an entire evening in an Italian restaurant with a kitchen staff comprised of  completely “beligerante” latinos? 

Answer: Losing your left eye, having someone with aids pee in the hole, said pee infecting your brain and causing you to forget the entire English language and being forced to communicate for the rest of your days in a series of painful aids ridden blinks.

More commonly known as: anything, anything is better.

Birthday is coming up in a mere 94 days guys.. I’ll take one of these, a better fake ID or a house-trained cougar. Your pick.

You should probably be listening to these guys right now, if you’re not, you should probably at least be doing something productive like scratch off lottery cards or brewing a pot of hazelnut Folgers. If you’re doing neither of the above, and not listening to these guys.. get off my blog.

hotpinkgun:

I WISH PASTIES HAD BEEN INVENTED FOR THIS GIRL

Oh to have lived in a world before pasties.

There are some moments in your life when you think you died and went to heaven, and then you pinch yourself and think wow that was trippy.

Soul mates do exist.