Diamonds on the Floor
“If God wanted us to bend over, he’d put diamonds on the floor.”
- Joan Rivers
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So I never update this blog. It’s too annoying. What I want to say is too private and what I don’t want to say…. I just don’t. This is why I have been using my private blog. Say what I want, post what I want, and nobody to see it but me. And whoever knows the url + password ^^
But don’t fret! I am always online! Following friends, scanning new blogs, and keeping up with tumblr news! I am the invisible woman. I’m there… but not really there.
So, just know….. I’m watching you….
RIGHT.
NOW.
I AM WATCHING YOU.
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Quote reblogged from infinite hopeYou can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.Anne Lamott (via caraobrien)
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![Day 1, Round 2 of University in Paris.
After being shat on by a hateful Parisian pigeon I have decided that
1: I hate birds
And 2: Any ounce of good luck I thought I had is woefully nonexistent.
Picture moi rushing up the steps of the Parisian metro to get to class. Now imagine just as I reach the top step the feeling of something warm, wet, and rank smelling pouring all over my hair, shoulders, back, and chest. Now imagine this happening in front of a crowd of about 2-3 dozen parisians.
This is how I began the first day of my senior year of university. Covered in bird shit. And with only 4 minutes to get to class.
Now, I get that in some cultures this is seen as a good omen or an emblem of luck, but until you have it happen to you, you have no idea how horrible it actually is. I tried to look at the bright side, but that light seemed to dim down to a flicker and eventually fade once I realized the poop in my hair was dripping down my shirt into my bra. No sir, that light turned into a gaping black hole that sucked in all other light around it quicker than you could say “fml”.
Pissed off as I was, all I can do is laugh and say [Insert disgustingly ironic saying]
“Shit happens.”
*I’d like to give a special shout out of thanks to Peanut Butter over at justbreatheslow.tumblr.com for lending me some clothes and letting me use her shower! Shtank you love, you rock! :D](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8cbomIchB1qbretzo1_500.jpg)
Day 1, Round 2 of University in Paris.
After being shat on by a hateful Parisian pigeon I have decided that
1: I hate birds
And 2: Any ounce of good luck I thought I had is woefully nonexistent.
Picture moi rushing up the steps of the Parisian metro to get to class. Now imagine just as I reach the top step the feeling of something warm, wet, and rank smelling pouring all over my hair, shoulders, back, and chest. Now imagine this happening in front of a crowd of about 2-3 dozen parisians.
This is how I began the first day of my senior year of university. Covered in bird shit. And with only 4 minutes to get to class.
Now, I get that in some cultures this is seen as a good omen or an emblem of luck, but until you have it happen to you, you have no idea how horrible it actually is. I tried to look at the bright side, but that light seemed to dim down to a flicker and eventually fade once I realized the poop in my hair was dripping down my shirt into my bra. No sir, that light turned into a gaping black hole that sucked in all other light around it quicker than you could say “fml”.
Pissed off as I was, all I can do is laugh and say [Insert disgustingly ironic saying]
“Shit happens.”
*I’d like to give a special shout out of thanks to Peanut Butter over at justbreatheslow.tumblr.com for lending me some clothes and letting me use her shower! Shtank you love, you rock! :D
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Yummmmmm. I have been craving these all summer. Thank you God for creating the French and thank you random ancient french person for creating the MACARON.
Vive La France!
