Every day, a few hundred people reblog this, and every day, I die a little inside.
NO.
CHRISTMAS FOREVER.
YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO ANYMORE, MOM.
My friend deserved a pretty special birthday present. I really hope I delivered.
Fucking Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiist. This post has been getting reblogged like crazy again.
Also, Moose, if you weren’t so busy trying to save my from my ignorance like the kind soul you are, you’d notice one post is actually tagged “banana.”
That’s right. “Banana.”
Check and mate.
I made a pointless, crappy graph illustrating my interest in Lady Gaga over time because I am a person with entirely too much time on her hands.
But really, she needs to go. Had enough of her shit.
First world problems.
WHAT A FOOL I WAS.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.
Disney will be open for 24 hours starting 6:00 AM on February 29th.
I already told my boyfriend I’m finding somebody else to go with. He was whining about being tired after 10 hours last time. If he came with me for this, I’d leave him behind on a bench or something; I don’t care. I will literally stuff as much Disney as possible into this time slot. I will trample over people like it’s Black Friday.
There will be no survivors.

