“oh look at me im S T fucking Speechley and i listen to trendy Australian music you probably never heard of and choice bits of indie stuff from the past so tasteful so cool oh look shoegaze im a fucking hipster watch me shove a fixie up my arse with soy please tadahhhhhhh”—Apparently my activity on spotify has just appeared on an old mate’s newsfeed
finally going through my followers list. i feel bad but if you have autoplay i just immediately close your blog. because it makes my computer laggy and it comes out of nowhere. i listen to what i want, when i want. like you can’t just take the control away from me man. why you gotta do me wrong like that.
a while ago i deleted like 200 people from facebook. a few weeks later a few added me back, and i ignored the requests while still commenting on our mutual friends shit. now i just got a pm from one of them saying be my friend!!!!! … sorry did you think i accidentally deleted you, somehow didn’t see your request and am now going to see your message and think oh god my bad!! of course i want to be your friend!! like did you think it was a mistake.. bitch take whatever tiny shred of dignity you have left and leave and never come back
There’s a stink bug that’s been living in my little houseplant and this morning I found it swimming in my cup of cranberry juice, which was extremely rude.
So I let him do his thing and he actually drowned like an idiot. But that’s what happens when you try to drink someone’s cranberry juice and I hope he learned a lesson.