Sometimes I just feel so free.
It’s like when you have to pee so freaking bad and you finally get to let it all out like ahhhhhhh.
So last year I made a list on Tumblr of things I wanted to do and I barely crossed off anything.
I made a new one this year. I’ve already done almost half of it! So, I started adding more things to it so I can set MORE goals. I’m so proud of myself.
I want winter to go away and never come back except for Christmas Day only.
When people post photos like #nomakeup and you’re just like, bitch I see your eyeliner gtfo
I just wish some women would realize how easy it is to TWEEZE YOUR FUCKING EYEBROWZZ
I’m so mad rn.
Lightening my hair.
Wasn’t bold enough. Homegirl likes to make a statement.
Mtn dew voltage is my favorite soda if anyone ever wants to send me a package or something.
Or I’d also accept miley cyrus tickets to stl or kc.
So I guess I like have this thing
where bitches like to copy me.
Including my fucking friends.
SO whenever they get out of check,
I do something completely unexpected…
like dye my hair red without telling anyone and then just totally show up and ignore the fact that I did it. And when they’re all like WHAaaATt?! I’m like, what.
So, you preppy bitches can go ahead and get your thick rimmed glasses, just like mine. And go buy a beanie because you have never once worn one but I did when my hair had that ponytail bump thing and I just gave up on life.
And put glitter in your hair just because I fucking felt like it one day and now it’s a “thing.”
And go ahead and buy EVERY SINGLE PHONE CASE I GET so I absolutely can’t have anything for myself.
Make sure you wreck your car like mine too, yeah?
like its fine.
But no one is going to just lose their shit like me and go dye their hair red because fuck you wannabes.
Individuality, man. It’s a crisis.
I just really want someone to act like they give a shit.
Or notice when I’m trying to get their damn attention. I’m right in front of you. LOOK AT ME.
And Tyler Green from face off. I happen to have one of those weird fan girl things for him.
It’s one of those days where I just have 8000 thoughts and I couldn’t figure out what to do with them.
I’ve gained my weight back. HATE
I want to dye my hair pink but my boss would kill me.
I’m supposed to be writing a midterm paper right now. It’s supposed to be 5-6 pages in length. I have 2/5 of it done. IE: my intro/thesis and the first point has been supported. That’s it. And it is due Thursday. And I work all day Wednesday and I have to study for a midterm tomorrow. WHY AM I NOT WRITING IT?!
Can I just go on a wine diet and be drunk all the time with no food in my system? Yes? It’s Grapes, so it’s basically like I ate fruit all day.
No. I know I’m lying to myself. Impossible…and unhealthy.
Also, I love listening to Delilah on the radio. She’s the best radio personality.
I feel like it might be easier to be by myself. Living with a boyfriend who needs your attention all the time is stressful.
I’m tired. Ughhh. Why is life so complicated.
Does anyone want to have a diet and exercise support group I can join? I need motivation. Please?