As my friends IRL know okay what friends IRL lol I am a 4 year old guido at heart. Disney is my favorite place in this entire world. I’m just not looking forward to the sweaty tourists.
And families with matching shirts.
And matching ponchos.
And crocs kill me.
does that look like a happy family to you?!
Come on, people. This is DISNEY WORLD. Not Lets Match Everything Down To Our Underwear World.
…this blog was created for rants.
LAWLS.
That lasted pretty long, didn’t it?
- The Geisha
Just because you like Glee/Musicals doesn’t mean you should try out for it. Liking it and actually possessing a proton of talent are two very, very different things.
P.S. it’s 3 am and it took me three tries to spell “quick”
okay, so is it just me or is the phrase “speak of the Devil” the worst saying ever created? Like honestly, as if talking about somebody behind their back isn’t bad enough, you have to compare them to the Devil once you see them? Bitches these days.
I get sayings like “what goes around comes around”, “early bird gets the worm” and “in a pickle.” Okay actually I don’t get one. That doesn’t even make a little bit of sense. Last time I checked, a pickle is a delicious crunchy treat. It is not a signal for trouble.
In short: The English language needs a makeover.
^ The Devil we all seem to be speaking of.
Hellllllllllllllo. Well many of you may know me from my famous Prom Rant (all 1 of you that actually follows this blog)
Well, part two coming atchya.
This time, it’s about dates….OH WAIT. MY PREVIOUS RANT WAS ABOUT DATES AS WELL -_-.
I don’t have much more to add except that prom makes me LOL. It’s one big LOLZfest.
..and that it makes me feel like this. exactly like this.
-The Guido
Edit Attack: Text me. - Geisha
EDIT ATTACK #2: Neopets. Well played. - The Gay
Hello Tumblr. Since The Gay told me I don’t post enough, I’m gonna go ahead and post.
You wanna hear a rant? Good.
Prom sucks. End of story. Don’t go to it. Stay as far away as you can from it. It is evil and does evil, twisted things to people. It turns sweet, nice girls into raging, manic, demons and nice, sweet boys into flakey mother fudgers. (We like to keep things PG here on Tumblr)
So you got your dress? It looks cute. You look great in it. Planning your shoes, clutch bag, hairstyle, jewelry, ya know the whole nine. But then, you have limos. Oh limos. They’re expensive and you have to find a group of people to sit in it with. Thats a whole other issue.
Then here comes the big one. dun dun dun dun. dun dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. YOUR DATE. I know. Just hearing those words are enough to make you run away into the promless future. Whoever made up the requirement of bringing a date to prom sucks. They suck hard. I want to rip off their skin and wear it as a dress.
this is how prom makes me feel.
-The Guido
