my stuffed portobello mushrooms where fucking amazing! the jalapeños were too spicy, and that’s very embarrassing for me too say. if anyone in my family had heard me say that they would have called me whitewashed. any who; gonna go back to watching how i met your mother. i don’t know what else to do meanwhile. except for clean my room and do my laundry but COME ON. its my day off, i don’t want to do much of anything. kind of stoked for friday. i plan to dye my hair unless i get talked out of it. rant rant rant rant rant ask me something (:
it’s so eerie when someone is lying to you just so you hear what you want to. and you know he’s just bending the truth to make you feel more comfortable and you make yourself be okay with it. i feel like i’m sixteen again. this fucking sucks.
all my friends are punk kids. i never got into the whole screamo, death metal, hippie poem readings, whatever. if i went to shows they were punk shows. all my friends from high school still go to punk shows and if i scroll though a bands facebook i see the same people i used to hang out with five years ago. how fucking weird that i’ve changed so much and i always thought people would too.