F stands for FUCKERS.
— My mother
  • Me: Elevator's broken.
  • Derek: Boooooooo.
  • Me: No coffee for me tonight... I'm not truckin' it up and down those stairs.
  • Derek: LOLOLOL I carry you girl.
  • Me: HAHAHAHA. No thanks.
  • Ryan: Oh my god, I just thought of something. What if we didn't talk for like, 10 years, and then 10 years from now you found out the Catholic church made me a saint? Like an official saint. Saint Ryan of Scotts Valley.
  • Me: Are you on crack?
  • Ryan: Nevermind. I'm trying to download this movie illegally offline but I can't do it for some reason.
  • Me: Yeah... you're not fit for sainthood.
  • Ryan: What? Saints stole things... c'mon!
  • Kylee: Ugh, I gotta go to sleep. I haven't gotten much lately.
  • Me: Fine, whatever, just bail on me... JUST LIKE MY FATHER.
  • Kylee: What the fuck is wrong with you?
  • Me: Ha ha ha ha!
  • Kylee: Oh shut your dirty whoreish mouth.
  • Me: That's nice.

All aloney, on my owney.

Why do I feel so miserable, and then just accept it without change?

My eyes hurt. I never sleep anymore.

I love you so much, that my love could fuel the rocket that goes to Mars, orbits for 4 years and comes back. Love = Hydrogen.
— Aaron

I just read something about a website with the URL address: http://iamawesome/ and read it as “I am a Wesome.” It literally took me 7 minutes of a confused Google search for “Wesomes” to discover my mistake.

  • Aaron: Sorry, I just realized that my printer blows cock.
  • Aaron: *my mom's
  • Me: I don't really think it wise to refer to your mom in a sentence where blowing cock is involved.
  • Aaron: Well, I'm just being truthful, and cock and my mom go hand in hand. That sounded upsettingly bad.
  • Me: ...whose hands are we discussing here?
  • Aaron: Def. not mine.
  • Me: Nor are they mine. I just got a montage of really, really puke-worthy images.
  • Aaron: Ewww.
  • Me: That same stupid idiot just leaned over all dramatically to get her stuff from the ground and her HAIR WENT ALL OVER MY COMPUTER AND MY HANDS.
  • Mom: Ha ha ha ha ha!
  • Me: I am so disgusted...
  • Mom: You should write a book.
  • Me: What does that have to do with loud hooker hairball over here?
  • Mom: Hope she doesn't have lice!
  • Me: Really, Mom? Really?
  • Mom: Seriously, go wash your hands.
  • Me: She's so tall and lanky, I can't get over it. It's like beyond attractive, she's so thin it just seems unnatural.
  • Mom: She probably has to stay thin for her pimp. It would hurt her business if she got fat.
  • Me: Wow... you did not just say that.