January 2012
December 2011
Hmmmmm
It’s gonna be hard to sleep without you here. =[
Crazy fucking dream last night.
robbaby:
Crazy fucking dream last night. Im so ready for zombies.
You’re having zombie dreams too??
My sister telling us about work:
shelbinatr:
Katie: this dumbass bitch started using the nuva ring and came in saying she doesn’t understand how she got pregnant.
Patient: I DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT PREGNANT, I CHANGE MY NUVA RING EVERY THREE WEEKS.
Katie: are you inserting it the right way?
Patient: what do you mean? I just wear it like a bracelet… (lifts up her wrist)
Omfg!!!!!!
robbaby asked: lol i have no idea
I love how I keep saying.
Let’s see what’s on tumblr..
Wait. Same shit only an hr later.
Wtf why you so boring?!
My dads version of
Rudolph the red nose reindeer just made me laugh..
Rudolph the red nose reindeer was a stoned don’t you know…
That’s about all I heard cause I was laughing too hard. Omg
My mom told me to wrap the Christmas presents.
ihatejoze:
Hahaha
Hahahaha!!
=]
I honestly don’t think life could be more perfect, and I don’t think I could be more in love with a certain someone cough Joze!!!! cough cough. =]] everything you do is simply amazing. You give me butterflies. You’re hilarious, you’re super sweet and you treat me like a princess lol No one has ever made me as happy as you make me. And that’s a very good thing. I...
Hahaha
It’s windy out and my gauges are whistling!!
I always
Feel cheated when I get my money from Oasis… 2 weeks ago I worked a 10 hr shift which included judging a meet and all you’re gonna give me is $46 and some change??! I’m starting to think this job isn’t worth my time any more.
I'm trading
In my body for a new one… Or at least a new knee.. =[
Some people
Are extra annoying to me tonight. I think its time for bed.
Fucking
Roaaaaar!!!
That is all
"How to Date a Med Student" →
cranquis:
Humorous (but pretty-much accurate) list of “tips” for dating a med student.
#12. “My brain’s filled with so much information, I can’t be expected to remember THAT!” will be the standard excuse for forgetting anniversaries, birthdays, and, if you get this far, probably the birth of your first-born.
Want more? Here’s some of my personal tips on the matter.
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