the gorgeous and badass speakingntongues tagged me, so here we go.
Rules: Answer questions. Tag at least 11 followers…bump that tag to what number you want
Nickname: none ever i will kill you unless we’re close or you’re my parents or brother. then it’s jess.
Birthday: september 29th
Sexuality: gaaaaay unless it’s for a few celebs, but only in theory (maybe??? we’ll never know.)
Time zone: EST
Current date & time: 6:49 on 09/02/14
Average hours of sleep: four-ish, sometimes six on a good night. or occasional bullshit like last night, which would be zero.
Last thing I Googled: calories in hellman’s mayonnaise (hellman’s fucking sucks and tastes like shit, btw. i didn’t google that part, i’m just stating it for the record.)
Last thing I said to a family member: ”who the fuck’s anne frank?” yes i know who anne frank is. it’s a quote from clerks 2.
Happy place, why?: lately it’s anywhere quiet and air conditioned where nobody is going to talk to me. people really want to talk to me lately irl. nothing about me says ‘let’s be friends!’ on a good day, but especially not when my period is late and i’m tired and bloated and migraine-y.
How many blankets: usually one, none during summer.
Favorite beverage: diet coke.
Last movie I’ve seen in theaters: i can’t remember for the life of me. was supposed to see the expendables v. whatever the other day and boycotted that mess. i honestly might not have gone to anything since catching fire, i’m not sure.
3 things I can’t live without: caffeine, eyeliner and probably my phone tbh. i text my family a lot.
Something I plan on learning: how to speak french! i have never been worse at a language though. it’s hilarious.
Advice for followers: this doesn’t apply to everyone, thank god, but seriously, stop acting like the world is shitting exclusively on you. i don’t mean that in an “other people have it worse!!” way. i mean that when bad things happen to you, it’s not just your awful luck, or because nothing is ever going to go right for you and the universe is unjust and disproportionately cruel. IT’S LIFE HAPPENING TO YOU. LIFE IS NOT INHERENTLY AWESOME, YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT SO. them’s the fucking breaks, kid… the sad part being that i see grown-ass adults acting like that more often than kids/teens, actually. you will never be happy if you keep telling yourself that happiness isn’t for you. try some optimism.
“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
- Favorite song lyric, or one that just has stuck with you for a long time. i’ve known the lyrics to selena’s entire dreaming of you album since it came out (almost 20 years ago????) so there’s that.
- Funniest misheard song lyric by either you, or a friend. this doesn’t technically count, but there’s a buffalax version of a korean song where one of the lines is something like, “the badger’s under you” that i find hilarious. my brother sings it all the time. it’s really not funny this way though.
- Your favorite teacher from k-12th grade. If you have more than one, list them all and why they were your favorite. i had a math teacher in 6th grade who was so awesome and gave zero fucks, which i loved because math bores me to death. he would later be let go after getting busted for a little grow operation. so that explains the lax attitude.
- Your dream TV show: what would it be about? Who would you cast? ER spinoff with the pre season 10-ish cast. the end.
- Your silliest or best saved URL. i have patmcbeth, i guess that’s a thing.
- Your favorite friendship that’s happened because of tumblr. (Either a friendship that you personally have, or a friendship you’ve seen unfold on the internutz.) i love a ton of people on tumblr, okay, and i’d talk about them all if i could. maybe that’s a post for another day. can i pls talk about how awesome my future roommate vegetable is because she fucking did it!! she moved to new york!! and she’s great to hang out and hate people and watch the x files and eat pizza with. i also definitely have a soft spot for nastyratched. she totally makes me wish i had a sister. (move to new york too thanks.)
- A person you wish was getting more work but isn’t. (Actor, artist, musician, someone you know in real life who deserves a rad-fucking jorb.) my brother! florida is such a shitshow, there are never jobs there.
- Your first email address. don’t remember. probably some txt talk bullshit with numbers and underscores!
- One thing you remember about 6th grade. ryan mennina thought it would be a fucking excellent idea to undo a paper clip, stick one end in an eraser and insert the other end into a power outlet during science class. it shot across the room, the outlet and the eraser were both on fire. you guys, i went to a goddamn “gifted and talented” school with entrance requirements. there was no excuse.
- The best or most clever ringtone / text tone you’ve heard. um, my old one, thanks. ER theme ftw.
- Your Spice Girl patronus. i don’t recall what a patronus is meant to represent or do aside from they caused the dementors to fly away and shit, so i don’t know. but i’m about as superficial as posh, so let’s just go with that.
I may not be a perfect person but at least I have never yelled at an employee in a store
mfw my mom’s friends think i look like jessica biel. like. have you guys seen me EVER? or any half-asian person?
(actually: mfprettymuchalways. chronic bitch face forever. ladies, if anyone gives you shit for this, literally just stab them and bathe in their blood. literally.)
First of all, I love you. I do. And you’ve helped me through a lot. We got here together with a beautiful little boy. I was thinking of a poem before when I was getting ready. I think it starts: I carry your heart in my heart. I’m never without it. Anywhere I go, you go. I’m probably messing the whole thing up, but I think the end goes, and this is the wonder that keeps the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. So I guess what I’m saying is: let’s just try to love each other and persevere.
Requested by Anonymous
Yes just me, a dog. Taking a walk. With my dogs. Who are my friends. But also dogs. And I am a dog.
why are there so many “romantic” black and white gifs of tate from american horror story that aint right did you guys pay any attention to that show at all
Tom is not a nobody.