Picture my mom sent of my dog and my old Simba happy meal toy being fucking cute as shit.
had a magical night last night. had a great day today despite the many injuries. came home and my apartment smells and i have no idea why. i think its either the drains or dead mice. also frequent dizzy spells. but otherwise i’m doing great.
i complain about not having friends and i realize i’m really picky about who i spend my time with. if you make me feel bad, why should i put up with you? if i don’t feel good around you and vice versa WHY BOTHER? i’m so happy at my new store. I can be weird and scream and whine and dance in circles and i don’t feel ridiculed and people don’t care if i’m super nerdy and wanna talk about harry potter or the documentaries i’ve been watching and what happened on jimmy fallon last night. we’re all sweetly mean to each other. i’m just so content now. i don’t need that negative manhattan swag.
so there was this girl i thought would be a good friend but she’s so worried about being hip and cool and like true hipster shit and last time i talked to her she was just like “ermahgah i’m so great brag brag brag ” and i’m like uhhhh whatever i actually dont give any shits. but it like bothers me because i did like her and now i’m like eww not a good friend to have if she’s going to constantly try and make me feel bad or brag about her mediocre life and weird taste in dudes. so bye felicia.
good lord jesus christ keep me near the cross
Lupita, baby GET IT GURL!
I seriously just cried like a baby during her speech.
GET TYLER PERRY OUT OF THERE UGHHHHHHHHHHHH
I just don’t have the energy to commit to anyone. I just don’t feel like it. I pretended for 3 years with one dude and he sucked, then I was all in for 2 months and he destroyed me. I just don’t want it in any shape or form.
I don’t feel like it anymore, unless its absolutely worth it. Easy. No problems. No bullshit. Just hay you like me I like you lets stay together forever because we really appreciate and love each other.
no bull shit. no frills.
I’m not waiting. I’m just living. Doing me. Doing life. Being broke, eating fresh organic and natural foods, drankin’ tea, dancing to beyonce, gazing at the sunrise and sunset.
I talk to some of my friends and they’re so desperate and constantly looking. I don’t even relate anymore. I just don’t give any more fucks.
i’m no longer boy crazy, going through a “whore” phase for one and half years will do that. At least to me. It doesn’t mean i’m ashamed of my sexuality. I’m just more guarded in the best possible way. I gave my vag up to so many dudes just for kicks and out of boredom. Now, I only want to share her with someone I actually care for and more importantly, actually cares for me.
I guess I didn’t get the job. No one’s called me I’m sitting in the dark. I just want to know so i can keep going forward looking for a second job.
I’m being TORTURED!
Freaking out trying not to think too much but omg. either way good things are happening.
OMG my body is so tired. I haven’t been to the gym all week. I feel like a jerk but my body is telling me to sleep.
(i hope i get this job so i can afford more tattoos)
My PMS is so bad it turns me into this psycho bitch. There was a study about PMS not being real and it was probably a bunch of men doing it and fuck them that is bullshit, the fire and evilness i feel inside me of me is hormonal.
not going to lie, i never found seinfeld (the show) funny but i find him perfect and hilarious and i love larry david and i love comedians in cars getting coffee so i’m thinking i’ve got to revisit seinfeld.
yeah, i was and always will be a friends girl. i know. not the same…but UNAGI.
i’m changing my hair. i know i’m trying to grow it out but fuck that i’m a girl and i’m emotional so i’m changing my hair.