I kinda love wasting my time on this wobsite:
http://ugliesttattoos.com/page/10/


Kinda convinces me to either run out and get a tattoo RIGHT NOW or do the exact opposite. I can't quite decide.

Although the story of the guy who goes to Japan to get a tattoo, is told by the Japanese tattoo artist that he is getting the kanji for "Dragon Soul" on his arm, then totally tattoos the kanji for gaijin instead IS MY PERSONAL HERO.

This will always remind me of you buddy.

mood: ruining your friends page

I am sick. It sucks.

I've been watching Cats 101 on Animal Planet all night. I'm not entirely sure why. What I do know is that I'd give almost anything right now for a basket full of kittens.

Yes.

Life makes me tired. Yep. Gonna sleep through the rest of it. Take that.

I hate the word "potential."

The next person to tell me I have potential is getting socked in the fucking mouth.

I don't have more than what I have.

People write fanfics about profession soccer games?
People write fanfics about profession soccer games that ARE NOT SLASH FICS?
People write fanfics about profession soccer games where the points and everything else that happened in the real game is the same?
Apparently so. But can that really still be called a "Fanfic?"

I cleaned the whole living room/kitchen yesterday. Now there's room for more than two people to sit! After that I went to bed. Thirty minutes later my mom woke me up claiming that we had been robbed. Nope. Just clean. I don't want to think about what that says about my family.

Nothing really new or exciting going on lately to note. Money is kinda outta control at the moment. But then again, when isn't it for me?

Don't answer that.

My cat is starting to act really old. She has trouble not falling over now. Her inevitable death makes me a little sad.

That's about it.

I'm alive. I guess. Thought I'd just let y'all know.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST OR ONE BAND, cleverly answer these questions. You can't use the artist/band I used. Try not to repeat a song title.


Pick your Artist/Band/Genre
Say Anything

( Rest under the cut. )

My lj is pretty ridiculous.

This is how I will respond to ALL criticisms of Scribblenauts.

Put your iPod on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.


You can tell from the scars on my arms
It's been a long day living with this
Bent over the grand piano
It's been a long time since I've been close to you
I wanna rob you of your game face
You can dress me up in diamonds
What is tomorrow going to look like
She's not the kind of girl
You are one of God's mistakes
Girl where's your head full of lead
Despondent, distracted
Yesterday or the day before
Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say
I've lied to you the same way that I always do
Fall into you is all I seem to do
I'm all outta faith
Another long quiet night
The payback is here
She drives me insane
What if I wanted to break?


Worst. Poem. Ever. Although I am amused at the fact that Shelby can probably name over half of these songs WITHOUT googling them. And I'll read ANY poetry by Ashlee Simpson!

Leaving for a week of crazy Seattle adventures. Will update when I get back. Or sometime before. Maybe. Who knows.

This. This is EXACTLY who I am. This is EXACTLY why you will love and hate me. Forever.





Exactly.

My birthday wish is this; everyone memorize MY BIRTHDAY SONG!!!


It is my birthday. It is a new year. I should be happy that i am still here.
Light up a new joint. Put on an old shirt. Try to remember but forget how my brain works.
But i could read a book a night before this year.
I knew every word, their definitions clear
But now in stealth i check thesaurus- it's become my guilty mistress.
So i heave my breath at burning wax because i know that spark ain't coming back.
It is my birthday. I've got all my friends here.
They haven't been talking as of lately. They've all found new bro's and babies.
I have smoked away my pride.
There is nothing but the cinders of it inside.
But i believed in more than nothingness last year and under every quiet failure it's still here.
Buried breathing under 18 years of tragedy and fear.
If i could crawl my way out of this grave just think of all the time i'd save.
The stereo's playing the same old songs and we still hum along
And in no time we'll be spread across the earth,
Donning business suits to show the faceless master what we're worth.
From our Huggies to Armani and it all seems so rehearsed.

mood: chipper music: Say Anything - Try To Remember, Forget

Ugh.........

CHAMPAGNE HEADACHE!

Everyone of my birthdays needs to be like this from now on:



Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net


It's true too.

One whole year huh?

Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.

I should be working on making my computer magical right now.

But I'm totally going to play pokemans instead. For just a few hours.


It's back to being warm and amazing all week. WHICH MEANS that whenever you are not working Shelby, we must to be swimming yes? Very yes.