Major PMS**
Okay I hate PMS. All I want to do is cry. When I have it, I take everything so personally. And I'm sick of my irritating, two-faced roommates. Apparently I'm "particular" because sometimes my "bra nad underwear match" and I like my "shoes to match my outfit." So shoot me. At least I know how to dress for my body type and don't wear stuff that flaunts my trouble spots. Be careful what you say about people because these walls aren't that thick. We were just raised very differently...I'm not a fake, worship MTV and reality tv, wear leggings as pants, love to laugh hysterically and say "I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO drunk!" kind of gal. Material possessions and money don't matter that much to me. I like to think that I measure worth in my memories, self-confidence, family and loved ones, not the make and year of my car or the demographics of my high school. So what if I like to match? At least I don't dress like the fashion police page in Us Weekly.
I'm staying in Sweeney next year to work as a desk receptionist. I'm really excited, it's going to be a great job to have.
I don't know what I'd do without my family & Robby. I'm coming to find that I only want consistent people in my life.
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny so I can go for a walk.
I'm staying in Sweeney next year to work as a desk receptionist. I'm really excited, it's going to be a great job to have.
I don't know what I'd do without my family & Robby. I'm coming to find that I only want consistent people in my life.
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny so I can go for a walk.