Curiouser and Curiouser

I'm Kelsey.

I hate nuns, d-bags, and peas. In that order.

I love old rock stars, Azeroth, and my 360. In that order.


Ask me anything  


Reblogged from somuchsass
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avocadosalad:

somuchsass:

George Harrison - Got My Mind Set On You

Now I wanna watch Look Who’s Talking (Too?)

I had noooo idea this was George Harrison (my favorite Beatle)!!  I’ve loved this song for I don’t know how long.  Now I love both even more.  This made my freakin day.



Some of my friends are awful people.

But I love them so much anyway.  Probably because of this fact, actually.  Does that make me terrible?



“ I really hope you aren’t going to kiss me with a shovel. I wouldn’t enjoy that. John.
Ask me anything.


T-shirts.

  • Me: What are you up to?
  • Jake: Grocery shopping at Wal-Mart.
  • Me: Haha, classy.
  • Jake: And frugal.
  • Me: And socially irresponsible.
  • Jake: Forgive me, but you have no idea the strides I have to take to maintain my sushi budget.
  • Me: You're one classy-ass motherfucker.
  • Jake: Yes, and I'm incredibly well-endowed, I'm quite the catch...
  • Me: Combine that with your uniform, and BAM! Unstoppable.
  • Jake: I'm like a porn scene waiting to happen.


Ii don’tt thinkk Ii cann properlyy expresss myy disgustt att peoplee, particularlyy preteenss, whoo typee likee thiss.

Take a breath.

Take it slow.  Nothing is on fire.



“ I feel very disconnected and unreal. It’s as though, I don’t understand reality right now. See, I feel like, I am nobody I guess. I don’t know how to say it. I feel like I am placing value in you, and you in I. And the ground beneath that idea doesn’t exist. And it makes everything in my mind seem delusional. It goes against a lot of my own logic and what I’ve taught myself. I was thinking earlier. Who am I? Who am I to this woman? It seems obvious to me. Most any woman could -easily- find any shmuck to fuck her. So what value, purpose or use am I to this woman? But you say, I make you smile. Hah, which makes me feel a little bit better about reality. I really believe, in the idea of our relationship, that the creation of nudity, sexuality, and communication, we could have a lot of good times together.

John.

…Game over.

On women.

  • J: I was imagining something crazy that women dream up.
  • J: Like, oh, I hate people with brown hair.
  • J: Or, oh, you look like a guy I want to stab.

Schmoop.

“ Don’t be angry at me if I show up without any pants. John.


More Adams than your body has room for.

That… is my life.  >.<


Reblogged from savemefromyself
avocadosalad: (via cinderandsmoke|lots|savemefromyself) “Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, Meredith We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey &amp; Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love. Love, God”

avocadosalad:

(via cinderandsmoke|lots|savemefromyself)

“Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:


Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’

Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:


Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.

Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,
God”



Let's do it like they do in Balls of Fury.

  • J: Maybe I'd cruise out there and we could find some places to do things two adults of opposite sex do.
  • Me: like?
  • J: Ping pong.
  • Me: awesome.
  • J: You bring the paddle, I'll bring the balls, and well find ourselves a table.
  • Me: giggidy.
  • J: That was brilliant.