March 2009
74 posts
avec
a lovely evening with a lovely boy.
“If we accept that a mother can kill even her own child, how can we tell other...”
– Mother Teresa.
“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless”
– Mother Teresa
mhmm.
tabithalorraine:
ivy-lou:
i am a person who believes that it is important for people to express themselves, talk, and resolve problems in a respectable manner..but i swear. my roommate is legit asking for it. i don’t normally result to physical ultimatums..but she is about to get an ivy-lou knuckle sandwhich if she doesn’t shut the fuck up.
fa real.
she’s driving me cray cray.
okay, i am...
mhmm.
i am a person who believes that it is important for people to express themselves, talk, and resolve problems in a respectable manner..but i swear. my roommate is legit asking for it. i don’t normally result to physical ultimatums..but she is about to get an ivy-lou knuckle sandwhich if she doesn’t shut the fuck up.
fa real.
she’s driving me cray cray.
okay, i am finished...
daydreaming
how lovely would it be to be sitting on a porch on a cool spring night with your favorite boy reading the sunday newspaper and having kingsley at your feet? ..someday
geriatrics.
I seriously cannot read anything more for this class. I have never been so ancy in my panies, ever. Ugh, is this semester over yet? It’s so pretty outside, why am I inside? Gew.
Ivy is gona miss her boy.
I am 2.5 seconds away from punching my roommate in the face, fact.
my mother just called me a "worrying woman" haha -...
seriously, FML
so being the procrastinator that i usually am, i finally got bit in my bum. i worked on updating my resume and whatnot and i don’t send it in yet? why who knows. ughhhhhh shoot northwestern. i just want to birth babies, is that too much to ask? they better not hire any students from loyola because then that’s just like rubbing the salt in deeper.
FML.
fml
yesterday in a cab on our way to the mca, we were at a stop on wacker and i look across the street and see this man jump out of his cab and slam the door. i must say, he was an-gry. i swear i was able to hear him slam the door from like a block away. i didn’t think much of it and just assumed that he, like the rest of chicago, was drunk and got upset with his cabbie driver. so upon passing...
