Okay huge rant coming, feel free not to read this is mostly just to get it off my chest.
I fucking hate my mother some times. I hate having to walk on tiptoes around her. She always finds fault in what I do and whatever my siblings do it’s always “oh they made a mistake” or “they don’t do that very much”. It always just feels like she shouts at me for her own good. And I hate how after school everyday i come home and go to my room wanting to relax but no she has to shout at me first for whatever reason it is that day. I also hate how somedays she doesn’t shout much and some days the smallest thing will set her off
i was with a new friend yesterday and he was telling us how he worked on a maple syrup farm and then he kind of pulls me aside and was like “hey don’t tell anyone but i can get you some maple syrup at a nice discount price but technically it’s not legal but let’s keep that on the down low” and i think i just made friends with an illegal maple syrup dealer
Depressing thought: in a 100 years almost everyone that’s alive now will be dead and the world will be inhabited by 10 billion or so completely new people.
once at my school this guy who had really long hair came in the next day with most of it cut out and nobody recognized him so a rumour went around that he died
So one of my friends broke her arm falling off her porch and her hot neighbor friend took her to the emergency room. When she about to get a xray the technician asked “is there any possibility of you being pregnant?” and she’s like “No” the technician looked at her, looked the the hot neighbor friend then look back at her and asked "Are you sure?"
do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals
what does html stand for?
hypertext markup language
no i mean like, what does it believe in?
Will: If you’re the Chesapeake Ripper and you know it, clap your hands.
Hannibal: [clap clap]
Jack: Don’t applaud his singing, Hannibal. You’ll only encourage him.