So addicted. What is wrong with me???

shit you find in your car.

My sister always says that everytime she gets in my car there is something weird in there. Like these are the main times it’s been weird:

Time 1, she stood on a bottle of southern comfort and a pack of cigarettes. Weird? No, not really however she IS 13 and with me going for the title of “Golden Child” that is SO weird ;)

Time 2, there was a bucket of chili’s from work that we brought to the work mexican dinner. They expired close to September last year. So granted it’s weird. 

I can’t wait till she gets in my car this time. I have a booster seat! Yeeee haaaa, it’s for my god brother to pick him up for school on a tuesday and wednesday. Oh man, if this won’t reel the boys in, I don’t know WHAT will!!!!! ;)

“Baby you can drive my car, and maybe I love you”

Subtle. Verrrrrrry subtle. 

Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.

Yes, after four days my phone will work in .5-3 hours time. 

Dateline NBC: To Catch A Predator - Long Beach, California Part 1 reaction face. 

What really bugs me is when for a slight second I feel sympathy for the criminal when they get caught/arrested. 

I don’t care if it rains or freezes
as long as I’ve got my plastic Jesus
sitting on the dashboard of my car
it comes in colors pink and pleasant
it glows in the dark cause its iridescent
I’ll take it with me whenever I go far
so give me my lady Madonna
dressed in rhinestones and sitting on a
pedestal of abalone shells
driving 90 but I’m not scared
because I’ve got my Virgin Mary
assuring me that I will never go to hell

And by the way
You know that hope will make you strange
Make you blink, make you blank, make you sink
It will make you afraid of change
And often blame
The box with the view of the world
And the walls that fill the frame
I turn it up but then I turn it off
Because I can’t stand when they start to talk
About the hurting and killing
Whose shoes are we filling
The damage and ruin
Man, the things that we’re doing
We gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
We gotta rewind and start it up again

Because we fell across the fall line
Ain’t there nothing sacred anymore