Not smart to mess with a gunsmith’s girlfriend.
How did Baz Luhrman get such talent to create a movie? Like all the actors, musicians, and crew are fantastic, but I’m just not a fan of his style.
I’m so over every fucking coworker at my store. If people can get any more dumb, I would be surprised. If I cry at work one more time, I may just quit. Oh wait, I’m quitting in three months.
Hey, I have an idea: how about you do your own work?
No it’s fine, really. You can just come and go as you please. It’s fine. I’m leaving, and once I’m gone, I won’t need to feel obligated anymore.
This whole explosion in Boston and the JFK library really makes me want my best friend to come home. It’s a scary time to be living in the city. I get it, I’m making a mountain out of a molehill (kind of) but the times right now…. they’re terrifying.
So pumped about my movie. I just hope my visions turn to be true.
I can’t stay mad at Aaron. I’m usually really good at staying mad.
It’s weird, I’ve only lost four pounds, but I already feel lighter, full of more energy and my clothes are fitting differently. It’s nice, it’s like, when you treat your body right, there’s instant gratification.
I’ve been learning the gee-tar, and callousing up my fingers is the worst part.
My life has not been hard. I wish I had more callouses.
Anne Hathaway has great tatas.