Showing posts with label Dr. Pepper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dr. Pepper. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Random Tidbits I Want To Share

All the time, I think: "Hey, I should post this on my blog."
And then I think to myself: "No one cares about any of that."
So.
Here's the deal.

I am about to post some of the most objectless [that is a word, right?] thoughts I've had in the last little while.
If you agree with any of them, let me know I'm not alone!
And if this post bores you, I apologize for that.

As I hear gushy, lovey dovey, way-too-personal, conversations amongst couples, I pair it with the sound of throwing up over and over again in my head. I really, honestly, do.
I really, really, really, hate my job.
I said I quit Dr. Pepper. I lied.
Today I full on let out my scream. It's the best meditation for when you're frustrated.
I adore people with lisps, young or old, I adore it.
Every now and then I want to let our pet rabbit run free. Forever. Her name is Beth. Short for Macbeth.
I hate ex boyfriends. Scratch that. I hate the one ex boyfriend I have. Not just because he's an ex. I'm totally over that fact. I hate how he is a jerk to everyone. Ultimate D bag.

Well there you have it, the colors of the rainbow.
Sorry for this super unaimed post.
Here is some super random pictures to go along with.



I adore the fair. Allergies.. Not so much.


We look like such posers.


I hope yall have a lovely week. Stay busy. xox Laurlabelle.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

thus far:

here is how my day was completed since the last post:

Cried.
Danced.
Split my toe open. Big time.
Had a Subway sandwich. :P
Filled up my gas tank [hallelujah].
Went for a drive with the Coleman.
Talked.
Delivered gas to a lady on the side of the road.. Well, helped anyways.
Listened to Pepper for the first time.
Procrastinated homework.
Fell asleep.
Worked.
Got undressed and redressed twice in my car.
Sent 48 text messages.
Held in a rude comment about someone.
Asked a guy on a date.
Worked.
Drank Dr. Pepper.
Swept and mopped.
Got on facebook.
Screamed at the radio.
Cracked my knuckles.
Sighed. A lot.

Well... I should probably go finished my homework :/ I kind of hate school. And I have a math test tomorrow. Screw it.
xox Laura