Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds.” —HK-47
So my Pandora station just played “A Decade Under the Influence” by Taking Back Sunday and “Bite to Break Skin” by Senses Fail. I feel like that was such a long time ago! My taste in music has definitely evolved, but I think there will always be a little part of me ready to rock out to some of that old stuff.
Gerald Ford’s middle name was Rudolph.
Chile and Ecuador do not border Brazil.
Vampires have no reflection or shadow.
The best time to buy shoes is later in the day.
It’s a hard game without Google or Wikipedia.
I’m not much of a drinker, but when I do drink, I like to take shots of tequila.
No limes, oranges, or coke—-I like the tingly burn (: You should try it, sometime. I prefer reposado over silver for the flavor (never tried anejo). Not a huge fan of Patron—-not enough of a burn there. I don’t care what you say about being a lightweight, it just means I spend less to get pleasantly buzzed (;
by Gym Class Heroes
I took cutie for a ride in my deathcab
She tipped me with a kiss, I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left, she made a dashboard confessional
And spilled her guts in cursive, but what’s worse is
I could see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate
Oh my, and in a funny way the ceiling tastes
So high but no chance
My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey Mercedes, why the long face
Why you cryin’? There’s no need
Just put on this coheed and fallout
Boy meets girl, Jimmy eat world
But Schlep eats pills til he’s all out
Not once, not twice, she was thrice times a lady
Mackin’ on brand new, but I had to
Bounce over to the postal service to
Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness
And all the way, I saw planes and mistook ‘em for stars
She played games but she took ‘em too far
At the drive in
Watching soft porn and you can tell
By the trail of the dead, that there was somethin’ in the popcorn
I hop in my cab, destination midtown
Just to get up with some kids that like to get down
I’d made my rounds and that was that
In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks
And I remember I seen her ass in early November
On a Thursday, taking back Sunday for a refund
She shot a wink like no hard feelings
Then she jetted to Brazil man, them pills had me spun
This is the story of the year right here
This is hot water music
Put ya ramen into it
Or fake it ‘til you make it.
- Pineapples do not grow on trees.
- They’re not flip-flops, they’re slippers. You will never win this argument.
- The islands are not connected by bridges and you don’t swim from island to island. Interisland travel means flying over on a plane.
- We don’t have “Lava Days.” Not all of the islands have active volcanoes.
- 70 degrees is cold.
It’s coming up on a year, now…I’m kind of sad that I can’t go home to visit, but I know he’d rather I stay up here and focus on my studies.
I miss you, Grandpa.