julie ann pavlacka.: Archive

julie ann pavlacka.

January 2012

70 posts

“What kind of selfish piece of shit would base a life on no regrets.”

“Floor mat, floor mat, floor mat, doormat, doormat, doormat, matches, matches, matches”… Umm no one will get that, but this is me procrastinating and destroying (and I mean that in the bad way, not like the badass way) the song “Matches” by The Format. Yeah. EDIT: By the way, I have no idea why this is upside down. What the fuck happened?

I painted my nails, so I am doing all my math homework mentally because holding a pencil will ruin them. It’s making me think way more than I usually have to.