Smokin Aces

... wow.

Uh. Theres actually not much to it. You get a bunch of wacky characters in one place and... kill them off.


Great ending, though.

Damn. It.

Dear Sleep,

Yeah, fuck you too.

Absolutely no love,
Z

BOOYAH.

Despite my weirdo eyesight issues (which my father diagnoses as psychosomatic but promises me my brother's dork dog, Voodoo, as a seeing-eye dog if I go blind), lack of sleep, and general stress level, I got up this morning, put on my assault-and-battery eyeliner, and proceeded to bend that Western Perspectives II exam over a table and make it scream for mercy.

One down, three to go.

Eddie Izzard = My imaginary husband

Because he beats the HELL outta Edward Cullen.

And also this:

Uhm.

You can do anything but lay off of my blue barefoot shoes.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a zombie.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:

You know that we are living in a ceiling pancake world
and I am a ceiling pancake girl.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:

Imagine there's no Caffeine.
It's easy if you try.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:

... no. No, it is not.