Oh god I have so many it’s ridiculous omg. Um. Let’s see….what’s one of the good ones…okay, I know one.
So, it was my sophomore year of college and Halloween and we went out and hit a couple of frats up and they had delicious drinks and so of course with my extremely light alcohol tolerance I got what I believe the technical term is—shwasted. Anyway, my friends that I was with were sober and decided to go to Taco Bell at three in the morning and toss me in the back seat of their car. We get to the drive-thru and of course by the time it’s our turn to order I want something as well. My friends open the window and let me order. What I wanted were the cinnamon twists. But in my drunk ass fucking mind I couldn’t think of what the name for them was, so here I am, half hanging out this window, screaming into the speaker box “I WANT THE CINNAMON AIR. LIKE PACKING PEANUTS. BUT WITH CINNAMON. AND SUGAR. LIKE THOSE. CINNAMON AIR I WANT THOSE!” while my two friends are laughing hysterically and even the person working the drive-thru has to get someone else to come finish our order because they’re laughing so hard. To this day anytime we pass by a Taco Bell they start screaming about ‘cinnamon air’. The end.
i am on so many cough medications right now the world is kinda swaying back and forth and i feel like i’m on a boat just minus the whole seasickness thing which is a good thing cause idk if i could make it to the porcelain god in time in my condition
“Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.”—Lemony Snicket (via decrepito)
Ended up going to my pediatrician today because I’m so sick and my “adult” doctor couldn’t take me. I hate being sick. I hate that the doctor appointment took place at the exact same time as my class. So now my grade took a hit. TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT