As you know, I have a t*mblr now. The URL frequently changes, but if I follow you, you'll know it's me.
I definitely prefer t*mblr to Facebook. It's easier to use, and is simpler. I'm not going to delete my Facebook, but there are some problems I want to adress.
1. The "If I love you, I Will Tag You in 12 Pictures Just So You Can Know It." person.
If you really love me, just tag me in pictures that I am actually in. What's worse is those "tag a friend that fits a category" pictures. Wow, didn't know I was the "one who reads a lot." Thanks for that.
2. The Facebook Stalker.
This person likes or comments on every little thing you do. Comment on a status? *LIKED* Witty status? *Comments "LOL That's funny. Love you Tay :)"* If you like it, then just like the status.
3. The Compulsive poker.
Yes, I am aware you have a Facebook. No, I don't want to engage in Poking with you, thanks. I don't mind the occasional Poke war every now and then, but if I saw and had a conversation with you yesterday, you don't need to remind me of your existence.
4. The "If I Want To Have A Conversation with You, I'll Write On Your Wall 80 Times." person.
The chat and message systems are there for a reason. Use them instead of leaving me 80 notifications that I won't check BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE, FACEBOOK.
5. The person who doesn't know their own name.
I think this is the reason why we have "Cupcake Gummibear Jones" around. No, I don't have a friend with that name, and yes, I was Taylor Bloggerstein* Weasley for a while, but at least it was easy to find me, as I used my real first and last names in it. Not to meantion my creepy Potterhead-ness, which marks my very existence. [UPDATE: I just found someone with the name Despinaisacrazyemoprincess LoveslifeMonroesixstar RadkeKaulitzvanity. OHGAWD.]
6. The "Hey, I Don't Know You, But I'll Send You A Friend Request." person.
Yes, you may have 500 friends. No, it's not because you know them. If I don't know you, I'm not accepting the request. If you are a creepy old man in Canada, odds are I don't know you. They're called "friends" for a reason.
Sorry about the ranty nature of the post, but I needed a vent session.
Love for now.
Me.
* No, Bloggerstein isn't my last name. I chose that instead of my real one so I don't get stalked.
I Did It.
I did. I did something that should not be spoken of for fear of mainstream-ness. That's right.
I made a t****r. Wow, look at that censorship. Bet you'll never guess what it means.
The first rule of tu***r is to never talk about tum**r. That's also the second rule.
It's called cantaloupeisitsownevil.tumb*r.com. If you know what I'm talking about, then you will know to replace that * with the appropriate letter before you go there.
If you figure it out (which it's kinda hard not to, as I have replaced all but one letter) visit it with caution as small children should not be on tumblr the site that shall not be named.
All for now, loves.
Me.
I made a t****r. Wow, look at that censorship. Bet you'll never guess what it means.
The first rule of tu***r is to never talk about tum**r. That's also the second rule.
It's called cantaloupeisitsownevil.tumb*r.com. If you know what I'm talking about, then you will know to replace that * with the appropriate letter before you go there.
If you figure it out (which it's kinda hard not to, as I have replaced all but one letter) visit it with caution as small children should not be on
All for now, loves.
Me.
Obsession Part Zwei
The Dalton Academy Warblers.
I love these people. They sing and dance and are just fabulous individuals.
Most people only know Chris Colfer and Darren Criss. (That must be confusing on set..."Darren! Chris!" "Darren Criss?" No. Darren and Chris.") But I know Dom and Riker and Curt and Luke and Brock and Telly and Titus and Eddy and...
Well, I could keep going, but I think you get the picture.
Curt Mega accepted my friend request on Facebook. I screamed.
I'm posting the link for Dalton again. It's really good.
Until next week,
Me.
I love these people. They sing and dance and are just fabulous individuals.
Most people only know Chris Colfer and Darren Criss. (That must be confusing on set..."Darren! Chris!" "Darren Criss?" No. Darren and Chris.") But I know Dom and Riker and Curt and Luke and Brock and Telly and Titus and Eddy and...
Well, I could keep going, but I think you get the picture.
Curt Mega accepted my friend request on Facebook. I screamed.
I'm posting the link for Dalton again. It's really good.
Until next week,
Me.
A Tragic Love Story
Once upon a time, there was a girl. And a male object. They were inseperable because of the girl's love for the male object.
BUT ONE DAY
the girl got a D in Algebra. She was forbidden from seeing the male object for many moons. (Always wanted to use that one)
Then, lo and behold, one day the report card came in the mail, sporting a lovely C in Algebra, despite the wishes of the evil villainous math teacher. The girl was finally reunited with her beloved male object.
You, my beloved readers, will be surprised to know that this is a true story. I am this girl, and the male object is my beloved laptop, Beekerman. The evil villainous math teacher is *shudder* Mr. Gray.
So. I have...
A NEW OBSESSION!!!!
The Dalton Academy Warblers. More specifically, Curt Mega (Nick) and Riker Lynch (Jeff). They are all kinds of fabulous. Here, read this story about the Warblers: This Fanfiction, Dalton by CP Coulter, is fabulous. She Is really talented, and I may have a weird attachment to Reed Van Kamp. Read and you shall know.
All for now,
Me.
BUT ONE DAY
the girl got a D in Algebra. She was forbidden from seeing the male object for many moons. (Always wanted to use that one)
Then, lo and behold, one day the report card came in the mail, sporting a lovely C in Algebra, despite the wishes of the evil villainous math teacher. The girl was finally reunited with her beloved male object.
You, my beloved readers, will be surprised to know that this is a true story. I am this girl, and the male object is my beloved laptop, Beekerman. The evil villainous math teacher is *shudder* Mr. Gray.
So. I have...
A NEW OBSESSION!!!!
The Dalton Academy Warblers. More specifically, Curt Mega (Nick) and Riker Lynch (Jeff). They are all kinds of fabulous. Here, read this story about the Warblers: This Fanfiction, Dalton by CP Coulter, is fabulous. She Is really talented, and I may have a weird attachment to Reed Van Kamp. Read and you shall know.
All for now,
Me.
Street Cred 101 With Mr. Lang
Random iPod post because this guy is full of awesome. Word for word.
1. Have a look on your face not like you're pissed at the person you happen to be looking at, but at the world in general. Preferably down your nose.
2. Have a readily available gang sign. (Here, awkward turtle was shown.)
3. Say a word or phrase, followed by yo, followed by a pause and the word or phrase. ("Twinkies, yo...twinkies.)
So, to recap, he says, "Tulips, yo...tulips." Using awkward turtle, of course.
Farewell for now, loves.
Me.
1. Have a look on your face not like you're pissed at the person you happen to be looking at, but at the world in general. Preferably down your nose.
2. Have a readily available gang sign. (Here, awkward turtle was shown.)
3. Say a word or phrase, followed by yo, followed by a pause and the word or phrase. ("Twinkies, yo...twinkies.)
So, to recap, he says, "Tulips, yo...tulips." Using awkward turtle, of course.
Farewell for now, loves.
Me.
The Situation
No, not from Jersey Shore, the situation going on here. I have lost use of the laptop for an undetermined amount of time. To tide y'all over for the time being, have this.
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNO-TOAD!
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNO-TOAD!
Ew. Valentine's Day. Featuring Jessi and Old People.
I hate Valentine's day. Not just because I'm single. Just had to say that.
I know I just posted on Saturday, but I had to share this.
Old People
By Taylor and Jessi.
Edited for grammar and spelling, since we texted the whole thing.
(After a long chat about cackley grandpas)
T: Why are people letting you into retirement homes?
J: My great-grandma was living there.
T: You shouldn't be allowed around old people.
J: Why would I want to be around old people? They stink.
T: Not all of them.
J: I wanted to put them in a garbage bag. But I couldn't, so I just sprayed them with Febreeze.
T: You sprayed old people with Febreeze?
J: Yeah. The whole place smelled better.
T: OK then. Never visiting old people with you. Ever.
J: Why? Unless you're an old person, you have nothing to worry about.
T: Except the cops.
J: Security was laughing. Why do old people need security?
T: In case they run away. Would you like it if someone lost your old person?
J: I would sue if someone lost my old person.
T: And that's why they need security.
J: But why do they need buff guys? Kirbie could stop an old person.
[Side note: Kirbie is about 4 feet tall and weighs 80 pounds.]
T: Not an old person with... A BLACK BELT!
J: What old person has a black belt?
T: STOP KILLING MY HAPPINESS!
Aren't my friends awesome?
Love and zombies,
Me.
I know I just posted on Saturday, but I had to share this.
Old People
By Taylor and Jessi.
Edited for grammar and spelling, since we texted the whole thing.
(After a long chat about cackley grandpas)
T: Why are people letting you into retirement homes?
J: My great-grandma was living there.
T: You shouldn't be allowed around old people.
J: Why would I want to be around old people? They stink.
T: Not all of them.
J: I wanted to put them in a garbage bag. But I couldn't, so I just sprayed them with Febreeze.
T: You sprayed old people with Febreeze?
J: Yeah. The whole place smelled better.
T: OK then. Never visiting old people with you. Ever.
J: Why? Unless you're an old person, you have nothing to worry about.
T: Except the cops.
J: Security was laughing. Why do old people need security?
T: In case they run away. Would you like it if someone lost your old person?
J: I would sue if someone lost my old person.
T: And that's why they need security.
J: But why do they need buff guys? Kirbie could stop an old person.
[Side note: Kirbie is about 4 feet tall and weighs 80 pounds.]
T: Not an old person with... A BLACK BELT!
J: What old person has a black belt?
T: STOP KILLING MY HAPPINESS!
Aren't my friends awesome?
Love and zombies,
Me.
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