I love having frozen fucking car doors so I can’t make it to work or home. this is literally the worst time for this to happen. Supposed to be at Matt and Beth’s house for the Super Bowl tomorrow, then Grandpa’s funeral on Tuesday, then OM&M next Tuesday, then band promo shoot that weekend, then the studio to record our first two songs the weekend after.
Seriously. can I just have a fucking working car please. I really need it and to earn money right now.
TYPEFACE. IT’S CALLED A FUCKING TYPEFACE. god.
font is the typeface and size grouped as one.
if you argue this, you’re saying that you write in the exact same lettering, where each individual letter is the EXACT same, in the same size, and it never deviates.
I don’t know why this annoys me, but it always has.
Way to butcher an age old William Wallace quote, shirt.
Fuck you. you make me angry.
and what’s wrong with this? my girlfriend was my tenth and I was her first. and I plan on us both staying that way.
So, again, who gives a fuck. I had a past. WE have a future.
Almost got arrested last night.
for drinking. Seriously fuck that noise, and fuck the guy that called a noise complaint on us. We weren’t even loud. Gay as shit.
You stupid dirty whore, in the worst sense of the phrase ever.
Don’t even try to lie to me saying you were fine, or turn it around on me. I’m almost certain this is your fault. There’s no other way this could’ve happened.
I don’t even care anymore.