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Someone missed the movie reference.

Someone forgot about my hatred towards Steve Carell, Will Ferrell and the likes. Shame on you, Trebowski!

  1. trevorthered said: Just remember how he was an ass to you on your birthday and it won’t hurt so much! Probably

Yeah, kind of an ass. He was a very strange person to me, and while that was part of the attraction, it also made me very sad on my birthday, point taken.

  1. lavandulum said: it’s totally normal and okay to hurt and grieve. I love you!

Thank you dear!

i'm part of this tag game now i guess yep

Rule 1 - Post the rules.

Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones.

Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post.

Rule 4 - Let them know you’ve tagged them.

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1. Number one place you want to visit.

There are a few places I’d like to visit in the USA

2. Movie you want to see in theaters this year.

I don’t know what’s coming this year… oh, if the American Teacher finally gets here, I’d love to see it!

3. Three favorite movies.

Casablanca, The Thing Called Love, The Brave One - they’re the ones I could come up with now

4. Favorite school lunch as a kid.


5. Best ride at any theme park.

Roller Coaster, baby!

6. Celebrity you want to meet the most.

Fiona Apple

7. If you were on an airplane next to Nic Cage, what would you do?

Stare. Blow him air kisses. Stare. Pretend like he wasn’t even there. Stare again.

8. Favorite stand up comedy special/show/whatever.

Chris Rock. Always.

9. Dream job.

Get paid a lot for working with what I want (education in prison facilities, juvenile detention centers, orphanages, social projects)

10. On a scale from 1-10, how hot is Mark Wahlberg?

6? No me gusta all the muscles.

11. Favorite joke.

I am unable to tell jokes. But I laugh at just about anything!

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trevorthered replied to your post: just… listening to some sad elvis costello shit…

Nah, I slam down a bunch of whiskey and find someone to talk about how horrible it was until I can laugh about it. Also: what’s a date?

i don’t drink. and i don’t think i’m well enough to laugh about having a panic attack while on a date. 

a date is this stupid thing when you go out with someone and you’re supposed to kiss and then fuck and start a relationship or never see each other again. if you choose to fuck and start a relationship, you will either get hurt in the short term, or you’ll be together for a long time and feel horrible about life and get married and then get frustrated and die.