please boss lady, talk to me like i’m a fucking idiot one more time. i was the one teaching you how to change the height of your fucking chair for crying out loud, because you couldn’t figure it out. and who did you go to when you didn’t know how to spell ‘ORGANIZE’?? that was me.
so yeah. don’t treat ME like i’m the one that’s been sitting in the same chair in the same cubicle at the same office for 35 years, because that was you. i on the other hand, WENT to college.
UGHH.
She was one of those girls; the kind that guys would come back to, months or years after they exited her life. Guys she loved, guys she had crushes on, guys she was very good friends with. They would come and confess their love for her. Tell her how the timing wasn’t right back then, and they have changed, all along, just for her.
But it was all in vain. She was waiting for someone to realize what they had while they had it. Everything else was worthless.
Me: So where do Polish people come from?
Miran: Shoe polish!
Me: Come on!
Hae Su: Eh! Shoe polish factory?
Hahahaha. I can assure you that I did not come from a shoe polish factory :) I love this haha.
(via youmaybeoffended)
so. true.
I don’t think so.
Day 09. A photo that you took. Callah’s tattoo.
Day 08. A photo that makes you angry/sad.
Day 07. A photo that makes you happy.
Day 06. Something that tickles your fancy. Stephan Jenkins, of Third Eye Blind.
“I believe in the sand beneath my toes,
the beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling.
i believe in the faith that grows,
and the four right chords can make me cry.”
—Third Eye Blind; Semi-Charmed Life.
