February 2012
9 posts
“You are usable, you are beautiful, you are able and you are capable. And if...”
– Jarrid Wilson (via jesusholdsmyheart)
I’ve come to the conclusion that I enjoy eating chips so much more at home because I can chew as loud as I please without fear of judgement.
While I’m at Verizon my dad calls me from the grocery store across the street informing me he finished shopping for the next two weeks. I go over to find he only has beer, half and half, and strawberry ice cream in the cart. This is why I need to babysit shopping trips.
January 2012
24 posts
It’s crazy for me to turn on my computer and see how others are truly feeling. Not that this-is-what-I’m-going-to-pretend-to-be front that I see everyday with others, but the “this is how I really feel” comments. I’m so glad that others feel comfortable admitting this, but I think we should all go one step forward. I’m here, and I’m here to listen. Friends...
Homework does not exist. Right?
Stress.Stress.Stress.
First day of classes and my schedule already conflicts with work. Now I can’t find anyone to take my shift. Why do I feel like this is going to happen a lot?
Memeres watching the game-
…and she swears like a sailor.
Oh dear.
If you let your feelings go, dear It’s scary what you’ll find I find I’m on your street, dear And you’re always on my mind And no one need to know That you let me in tonight That you let me see the world That you let me see the world Behind your eyes
Don’t you love it when your parents come home and angry then let you know by slamming everything and topping it off with the silent treatment? And I’m the kid?
So excited to sleep tonight.
As you can see my social life is sky rocketing.
December 2011
37 posts
When your at work and another sale person leans over the desk and says
“I don’t have anything to do so I’m just going to stand here and flirt with you.”
WHY.
“And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact...”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via noonecanhurtmenow)
It’s official. I attract the creepest of sorts. I’m becoming a nun.
I hate the fact that I’m in my break room shaking like a diseased rat because It’s so cold in here! Everyone must think I have rabies or something…
I swear my parents should’ve bought a stock in band-aids when I was born at the rate I go through them.
Saddest. Christmas. Song. Ever. →
I’m just going to pretend that I don’t have a math final tomorrow.
Maybe it will go away.
Got a job and a 100 on my final paper. Sounds like a pretty great day to me!