Freud would have a field day. We’re sleeping, but in a moment of clarity Justin turns to me:
“I just had a dream I was in a sting. Setting up a prostitute.”
“Did you get to have sex with her?”
“No, it was a guy.”
Laughing pursues.
Vin Diesel looks like Mickey Mouse. I just told Justin how I always thought Vin Diesel looked like Mickey Mouse. I guess he thought it was pretty out there/random until I photoshopped the pair next to each other:
Work vs Labor I am in a heated argument over semantics right now. Justin wanted to make a statement about wage slavery using the word “labor” as a synonym for exertion/working, but I said his wording was confusing and he should write it a different way because in political literature and conversation, “labor” typically means the group of people laboring, and his point could be taken in the wrong way very easily. He disagreed and said that this is never the most common meaning, even in political circles. Psh! Sometimes I wish we could just fight about money or something. I’m really good with a budget.
If you have hate in your heart, let it out. I hate the overuse of the word “hubby” by women on forums. It’s such a sickening fucking word. Hubby said this and hubby did that. We get it: you’re married. The thing is, when you use an ugly ass word like “hubby” as a term of endearment for your soul mate, I see John Goodman holding a thermos. So it is a double offense of both sight and sound (thank you, Rod Serling) and I don’t fucking appreciate it.
I'm Ashley, an introverted 24-year-old post-hardcore kid and History major at a liberal arts college. I am from the beautiful/decaying northeast United States. My hobbies include collecting and enjoying various genres of fucking incredible music, reminiscing about childhood in the 90s, and generally engaging in pessimism, sarcasm, ridicule, and cynicism with my lover/side-kick, Justin. LoveIsDead.net serves as my open journal, but you can call it a blog if you wish. 
T.S.: "Jesus, how much did you smoke?"
Jay: "All it took was a phat, chronic blunt. These guys were lightweights."
T.S.: "How much do I owe you?"
Jay: "My treat. As long as you promise that the next time you pop your old lady, you make her call you 'Jay.' Snootchie Bootchies." - Mallrats
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