The closet

So I’m kind of over HERE now. But I mostly blog hockey things and I’m actually a really boring person so…

Reblog with a screencap of your desktop. NO CLEANING.

tyleroakley:

puurplemooose:

methwednesday:

thatsmoderatelyraven:

STOP JUDGING.

(Source: talldarkandmoe)

Good Lord, I am sorry. That looked terrible.

Someone actually added me?

No pressure…. 

Also, if you play draw something, my name is KierstenElena

But I’m warning you. I’m terrible at drawing in it and the only reason my girlfriend and I have had such a long streak is because we know each other so well. I also write words for hints when I can’t come up with anything else. Your call.

Earlier today I was just minding my own business, laying on my bed with my cat playing draw something and all of a sudden there’s a fucking spider on my arm. So eventually I killed it and that was that.

Later in the day my cat knocked over some water so grabbed a towel to clean it up and left the towel on the floor.

Just a little while ago I came back to my room and went to pick up the towel to put it away and there’s another spider! Luckily this time I was wearing slippers and killed it quickly. Then I see ANOTHER spider!!! So I killed it. Where are these fucking spiders coming from? It’s not like I have a particularly messy room or anything. Now I refuse to lay on my bed, which is kind of ok because I have to write an essay and if I try to do it laying/sitting on the bed I’ll fall asleep. 

Ok that’s all. 

Please forgive my terrible story telling abilities. I’m busy using all my mental abilities on my essay.

Oops.

I don’t have short hair, dress like a boy, wear boxers, watch wnba, or play softball. According to twitter, I must be straight.

#Signsyourdaughtermightbegay is trending on twitter.

I don’t get really offended too easily, but what some people are tweeting is quite offensive and I’m a little pissed off.

The shortest horror story ever:

President Santorum.

(Source: -timeisrunningout, via buildingmosaicsoutoflife)