dear roommate
i’m not calling you. get over it. you haven’t given one flying fuck about my well-being since the beginning of the year. i’ll give you rent money before we get evicted, calm the fuck down. i’m sorry that i got hella sick and had to pay medical bills to get treatment so i wouldn’t, you know, DIE. and i’m sorry that some JACKASS dropped sheet metal on the highway today and shredded my tire.and hey, not my fault that YOU decided we needed to move out in february and thus pay major amounts of fines to quit our lease early but then mysteriously had the money to get a side piece (which looks like absolute shit, by the way).
so in conclusion, stop calling me, stop sending me nasty texts, and stop sending me CAPS LOCK MESSAGES ON FACEBOOK.
Niki motherfucking sleeth.
Since she doesn’t even have a Tumblr and I do, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about my friends like that. Just saying. Still love you, though.
(via cgt2099)
One day, I bet humans will eat Aliens as a delicacy, like quid or shark, and then essentially zombies will be eating humans who’ve eaten aliens, and they’d be on top.
That’s definitely a possibility. Either that, or aliens eating zombies as a delicacy when the zombies had just recently eaten the humans as a necessity.
But, you know what’s missing from this chain? the weed-demon.
(via cgt2099)
One day, I bet humans will eat Aliens as a delicacy, like quid or shark, and then essentially zombies will be eating humans who’ve eaten aliens, and they’d be on top.
so glad I will own this in a few days.



