Awww cute proposal!
That kind of hurt.
I wish I could compare to a cupcake.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately - Love, and the reasons why people get married.
Recently, I’ve talked to many people about this and each time it left me a little disheartened.
When asked the reason why they got married, their first response rarely is “because we love each other”. I can honestly count on one hand of the couples that actually adhere to that reason.
The reasons are usually “because it’s about time”, or “we want to start a family”, or “I’m getting to that age”.
I’m not dismissing their presence of love, however I personally don’t think those should be their primary answers.
Maybe I’m being too much of a hopeless romantic.
(Source: milenachka)
My sister and niece are moving here from Taiwan for good today.
Currently, I’m trying to move all of my stuff from my room into the smaller one. Everything’s a mess and trying to stuff my clothes into the smaller closet is no fun.
I keep getting distracted by everything that I’ve kept over the years. I now realized that I’m a hoarder and I hate throwing stuff away.
Everything I’ve kept have some memory associated with it. I can’t make myself throw them away even though they serve no purpose in my life. You may say their purpose is the memory, but the thing is, those memories are such minor ones they play no major significance.
I think my problem is that I can’t let go. I still miss certain things that are long gone and the people associated with them.
I think it’s time for chocolate and cookies.
This is what happens when you put me at work REGIME where:
1) There’s no work for more than half of the work REGIME day (which is almost everyday)
2) Non-existent work is shared between a fully staffed department
3) No internet allowed
4) No books allowed
5) No studying allowed
5) No having fun allowed
This is as productive as I could be before my brain melts away with boredom.
Next thing you know, no doodling might be the next rule.
*GASP* Oh dear! I think I may be too youthful! Doodling, creativity, and brain usage might be too much!! (RE: REGIME!!!!)
Stranger text: Love u
Me: *BLUSH* Oh my!
a second later…
Stranger text: Wrong person lol
I thought someone loved me and I was desperate to find out who that unknown number belonged to.
Ohhhh soooo rejected.
The “lol” part = salt and acid in my deep gushing wound.
That man, right there, LOVES cars. So much so that he has sex with them. All 1000 of them.
His name is Edward smith, 57 years old, and currently lives in Washington with this “girlfriend” in this picture, named Vanilla.
He started having sex with cars when he was just 15 and says he’s never been attracted to women or men (though he has slept with girls in his younger days).
His greatest love-making session was with a helicopter from 1980’s TV hit Airwolf.
Oh, and he pretty much has sex with any cars that he assumes “needs some loving”. Meaning, he could be having sex with your car, right now.
So here’s my question, does he use the exhaust pipe?
And if so, without belittling his manhood, how?
Here’s the full article: Man admits having sex with 1,000 cars
Ben Gibbard + Zooey Deschanel singing I’ll Never Find Another You
♥ My favorite couple ♥
I love her determination.
I need to instill this into my niece.
Here’s part 2:
I made myself my Valentine today, and experienced some retail therapy.
Who’s guilty of obsessing over lace items?
Me!!!!! *guilty face*
I also bought myself chocolates =)
