Office by Alex Penny
I'm a little bit of a hippie, can find humor in just about anything, trying to be a vegetarian and say awesome way too much. I'm Mormon and out to prove that we really aren't as uncool and close minded as some people think we are. In my early years I moved around a lot, but now I've lived in Nashville long enough to call it home.
brandnewswastikas:I wish there was some way to use your phone to text somebody but instead of typing stuff you would say it out loud into the phone or something and the other person could hear you and they would just talk out loud back to you.
There is. It’s an app called HeyTell and it is one of my favorite things in the world right now.
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I need to give you a call sometime, except that I HATE talking on the phone, unless there’s a juicy story or something ya know? But yeah, I’ll come out there eventually (and hopefully before the fall).
Dude, just watch Jackass. Your opinion/feelings about Johnny won’t change, I swear!
It’s ok, I HATE talking on the phone too. I hate it so much, if I knew how to do computer stuff so that I could make that hate radiate how they make the hot on Las Vegas weather maps radiate, I would. We can keep our relationship mainly textual.
I have watched some episodes of Jackass, but I’ve never seen any of the movies. That junk makes me a little a queasy. So my reasoning is that if I watch Johnny’s beauty at the same time I feel that way, eventually I’ll have the whole Clockwork Orange/Pavlov’s dogs thing where I feel queasy when I see or him or even worse when I find a guy attractive.
what-this-girl-loves replied to your post:Dude that pic of the Avett hottie… are there ANY boys like that in Nashville? IDGAF if they’re lds or not (although, I kinda should because I don’t wanna end up some “old lady” or “ball and chain” wearing one of those bracelets with the rings that attach.
Dude, these things: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sl… You know those biker chicks that wear those? I already have “questionable behavior”, and that would just send me down the wrong path lo
Oh man, you learn something new every day! I had no idea that’s what those things meant! I thought they were just kinda goth, trashy jewelry. I still like your line of reasoning-“If I don’t find a nice Mormon dude, I’m gonna end up some grizzled, old bikers slave girl.” Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, cause dude, I don’t think I can hack it in that life.
I made a new comic. And i luvs it.
Ladies?.. Ladies….
Kasey, this. This is why I’d show him my boobs in help of a friend.
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I was going to say sorry for being lame and not getting on Tumblr in 3 days, but then I realized it’s actually the opposite of lame because I’ve been out doing stuff in real life. Anyway, this is just a post to tell y’all I sneezed really hard yesterday and split my bottom lip right down the center. My lips weren’t even dry! It still hurts like a mother and it’s all swollen and kinda purply but it looks kinda hot. Not hot enough to keep it that way though (it really hurts!).
Whatever. I don’t care how old this is, it still makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.
BTdub, Camille totally made this. Some dude posted it to that website, but it links to his tumblr post which links back to her. Her tumblr is gone though, so, meh, she should learn to watermark.
Here’s another article that a different friend shared with me on dating vs. hanging out, but this one is written by a woman.
Something must be in the air for everyone to be up in arms about this all at once.
Hey guys, I mean guys in the sense of humans with penises, not in the lame replacement for y’all sense, but I digress, go read this article on dating vs. hanging out over at The Art of Manliness. It’s a few years old, but I judging by all the guys I know, y’all haven’t figured it out yet.
Hey y’all! This is Natalie aka emokidstolemyname. I felt the need to change things up a bit. One, because I’m impulsive and like sudden changes, keeps life fun. Two, I need to stay incognito. There were just too many people I know in real life lurking on my Tumblr. If I wanted all that, I’d make a blogspot.
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I’ve always told y’all hickeys are the sign of a bad kisser, I just didn’t know it could kill you.
I went to a Bon Jovi concert tonight. Don’t hate, it was awesome. I’ve decided that ”Livin’ on a Prayer” will be my go to song for when I’m forced into karaoke Other important information, Jon Bon Jovi is still hot. Prepare yourselves for a little Jon Bon spam.
