💜 mahala_la_la

Can you PLEASE stop saying "phone" like a stupid cunt?

I would like for one person to not fucking waste my time. Especially when I'm doing them a favor.

Kirby's Epic Yarn (Wii) may be a game to look into. It has a 2-player co-op mode and has forgiving gameplay.

This is how I have slept most of my life. With or without an alarm, if I need to be up by a certain time, my body would wake me up before/around that time. I hate alarms, though, because any day where I wake up by being startled is not going to be a good day.

Garth Marenghi's Darkplace

https://youtu.be/Vd_wyEpKj0M

Order of the Owl Interview

Someone at Adult Swim did an interview with Milarkie when he hit Order of the Owl. The page is archived on the Wayback Machine.

November 13, 2003 4:11pm

pffftt.... I forgot I had the rank colors listed there.

Getting old sucks. 0/10 would not recommend

Still hate telephones!!!! (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

A MAN WALKS INTO A BAR Not just any bar either. It was their place, a dimly-lit haven from the noise, that constant wheeze of taxi tires on wet pavement; a place once enlivened by the sight of the man leading his lady by the arm to the edge of the mahogany bar. The couple always sat beneath the television, their eyes rarely shifting from each other's mouths, as if their words cast shadows. On this night, however, the man chooses a stool at the opposite end and slumps dejectedly. This surprises the bartender, a burly asthmatic, who stops swiping a glass. With a knowing grin the bartender ambles toward the man. "What'll it be?" the bartender asks despite being fairly certain the answer. The man always drinks 14-year-old scotch NEAT with a sidecar of warm water, alternating sips between the two glasses; whereas his former flame would knock back whatever vodka struck her fancy that evening, be it flavored or rock gut. "What'll it be?" the man responds incredulously, his eyes glassing over. He glances over the bartender's shoulder to the TV, a cathode-ray relic that beams the snowy image of a football game, as if it mattered. Summoning the words, the man lays both palms flat upon the bar, "I'll tell you what it'll be," the man says. "I want my life back. I want to be under that TV with the person I love. I want the eight years I invested erased from memory. I want to know why she left. I want answers." Below the bar, the bartender taps the phone tucked in his pocket. He knows everything and nothing. "What you're looking for ain't here," the bartender replies.

Stop arguing with someone you know you won't change the mind of! Fucking arguing for the sake of arguing. Also, STOP YELLING! Talking louder does not get your point across more.

Spent a lot of my youth outside, but now I'm only outside if it's absolutely necessary. Mostly because the weather isn't nearly as tolerable.

popped into my head today

I hate people that are only motivated to do stuff when they can be seen doing it.

TALKING LOUDER DOES NOT MAKE ME: - CARE MORE ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING - UNDERSTAND THINGS BETTER - REMEMBER THINGS THAT HAPPENED BEFORE I WAS BORN Is it any wonder people call you an asshole?

I'm just tired of being dicked around. I'm tired in general.

In a mood these last couple of days....

Happy Birthday!

I hate the smell of cooked eggs.

Happy birthday! Why did I think your birthday was Halloween?

I hate people who waste my time.