May the Lord grant me the willpower to ignore his messages and refrain from contact, both direct and across all media forms, for as long as it takes to reclaim the high ground. The balls shall be back in my court.

And when I say Lord, I mean Liz Lemmon.

So ok your going to be a complete shitball then? I’m going to flip my lid over here and I don’t have a ventilator to here me vent so I’m terribly sorry but tumblr your going to take the blunt of it. Here I can scream at the top of my voice and only I undertand it but I feel I have to get it down somewhere or I’m going to explode. FFFFFFRAACK. What the hell from here on in I’m not playing the nice guy every fucking time I fall for it- every time. I play right into your hands you take what you want and leave me. Damn it that’s so cliche you massive shitball. I ain’t got no time for that. Welcome to the cold shoulder my friend. You may here from me again in a good ten years when I pelt horse manure on your wedding tux. Damn it H. Seriously extremely rude to ignore me and pick me up when you choose. Im terribly bored of it? You no man. You a child. With your jealous, indignant ways- its all a facade. That son of a bitch. You shall receive no more advice from me. End scene. You suck completely living in a materialistic world. That’s not even the worst thing! The worst thing it’s not even yours to live in! Your life evolves around the materialistic ways of a friend of a friend who happens to be a vague friend of your friends. Get it? NO. Please stop bragging on behalf of others, please stop bragging about something you don’t yet have and then when you never actually get it please don’t expect us all to forget. Ultimate childish think to do is to tell people about an opportunity as if you’ve already succeeded- its never set in stone and the past ten things you’ve told me didn’t actually pan out and now you look like a dick. Don’t start your sentence with ‘well were about to sign this millionaire contract so next year I’ll be loaded’. That didn’t happen. Please just sssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and god above let me move on or kill you for I will not take this shit lord “I will not take it”.

apocalarious:

The Irma Luhrman-Merman murder
Turned the bird’s word lurid
The whir and the purr of a twirler girl
She would the world were demurer
The insurer’s allure
For valor were pure Kari Wuhrer
One fervid whirl over her turgid error
Rural juror
Rural juror
I will never forget you
Rural juror
I’ll always be glad I met you
Rural juror

I will never forget you
Rural juror
I’ll always be glad I met you
Rural juror (x2)
These were the best days of my flerm.