I just searched for hands, what I got was boobs. Totally the body part I was looking for.
Drew this out of anger because of what happened today at work.
http://fatheffalump.wordpress.com/2011/03/27/freedom-of-speech-does-not-mean-freedom-from-criticism/
Dear computer protection,
I do like that you warn me about bad websites, but I am so tired of not being able to access urls shortened with dft.ba! Why couldn’t you have a “go there anyway” button? Because you know, sometimes you are wrong!
missed having my hair like this so I braided and pinned my hair into place, but it is so thin and long now that when I fold it across my head and pin it behind my ear there is too much hair left(that isn’t braided either because it is too thin at the ends, the damn bands fall off). It looks like a mess from behind. Where are the damn scissors? There just is entirely too much hair.
*looks around*
*finds*
:D
Because my hormones have gone mental I’ve done this today:
Cried on the bus because of a picture of a cute kitten.
Cried over dinner because it was burned.
Cried because of Sherlock (well, technically I cried because of Watson. Poor thing)
Ordered underwear.
Bought a glossy magazine designed to make me feel shitty.
Bought (and eaten) a donut. I don’t even like donuts, but it had pink stripes and raspberry filling and my brain just went “NEEEEEEEEEEEED!”.
Reblogged more than I normally do, and liked even more.
Okay. Now I am going to read stupid magazine and inflict self hatred and guilt over previously mentioned donut.
