My phone autocorrects “cunt” to “Cynthia”. I don’t know Cynthia… but apparently she’s a cunt.
I feel as though one is not allowed to complain about something all the time if they’re not willing to fix it themselves. No ambition = no progress. Simple. It’s not rocket science.
Weighed myself yesterday because I’m busy with class all the time and don’t have time to make an actual meal (instead I eat like applesauce and fruit and quick stuff) and was curious as to how big of a fatass I’m not when I’m at school. Lost like 6 pounds. Bahaha. Just goes to show how much shit I eat when I’m at home and how much walking I don’t do when...
Hmm, how interesting. The extreme lengths people will go sometimes. I tell ya. Grow up.
tobenaked: We kiss in our sleep a lot Somehow our lips find each other, Collide into each other, In the dark
Liberal-Antics: Look, vegetarian/vegan friends and... →
liberal-antics: I’m not going to become a vegetarian/vegan. I love meat. I love dairy. I love eggs (do eggs fall into “dairy?”) I think it’s wonderful that you’ve made a life choice that is right for you. That’s great! However, trying to convert me is not going to work. Do I love animals? Yes. I think cows and… Amen, sistah.
I sit here and read my other personal, private blog, the blog I write everything in, every single day… the blog I write about what I did from the minute I woke up to the minute I went to bed… who I spent every hour with, what I ate, what the weather was like, because I never ever want to forget these things… posts from a year ago at this time, posts from a month ago at this time....
“80% of everyone is a huge piece of shit” an accurate study done by me today jan 22 2012
It’s hard to forget how much this sucks… but I forgot how much this fucking sucks. I can’t freaking do this.
Saying goodbye is never easy. Especially when leaving people and places like this. And when I know I’m going back to a place I hate more than anything. I don’t care that I start class tomorrow. I don’t care about the work that’s about to swamp over me. I just don’t want to be there. I want to be here… surrounded by people that care, people that go out of their...
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This has been my obsession lately.
Pet peeve: When people don’t know how to prioritize.
I am absolutely furious right now.
I haven’t gotten paid since December 1st. And I’ve only gotten paid three times since September. This didn’t occur to sound fishy to me until just now (my paychecks aren’t very large, so my checking account doesn’t see a huge difference each week I get paid). So I dug deeper. I email my co-worker (she’s a student… that deals with payroll) my hours every...
Pet peeve: Don’t call me ma’am. I am not a 50 year old woman, nor do I have grey hair & wrinkles.
Pet peeve: When you text me, use complete fucking sentences. “No work.” I don’t know what that fucking means. Does it mean, “No, I work”, “It didn’t work.”, “No, I don’t work.” or WHAT.
Pet peeve: If I come over to your house to hang out and after several hours I say I’m hungry, the right thing to do is to offer me food. Don’t just make yourself some waffles or open yourself a can of mandarin oranges. Give me food dammit. It’s fucking rude.
Pet peeve: If you can update your Facebook/Twitter, you can text me back about important plans. Holy cow, people.
Reasons why I hate my job: 1. They haven’t paid me in a month and a half. 2. They expect me to finish an entire project in less than two hours. 3. They expect me to read their minds. Literally. 4. They don’t specify ANYTHING. 5. They tell me something is urgent, yet when I reply with questions, they don’t reply back for literally a week or so. 6. I emailed my boss about when...
Dilemma: I need a hair cut. I really want to chop off like six inches… but if I do, I won’t be able to braid my hair every single day anymore. Guh.
1 year. Best & happiest year of my entire life. From now until forever, my heart is all yours.