My Life in Tidbits
Things I've noted over the past week and a half:
Driving with one headlight is both nervewracking and serene.
I'm a big fat tease. With a tease cherry on top.
I have a motherfucking fan club.
People only call you when they want something from you/want you.
I work a lot.
I have a lot of faith in people.
My car doesn't look good with a big hole in the bumper.
People should be more careful backing out in the giggles parking lot...and pay to fix my car.
(Don't worry, the insurance company called me today. It's all covered.)
I really want Dave to be back from vacation. I properly like him.
People judge me easily.
I haven't had a week off in approximately 8 months.
I will have one in two weeks.
It will be orgasmic.
I don't look good with a lip ring.
Peer Pressure still works on me.
I miss Bard.
I'm bad at saving money.
My best friend and I don't know anything about eachother anymore.
My other best friend is amazing.
Staten Island is far away.
Cars without air conditioning on the hottest day of the year SUCK.
Clerks II is AMAZING.
Acrylic nails so aren't worth it.
Eyebrow waxing so is.
I have fucking fabulous friends.
I'm annoyed at the ones who only hung out with me because I would potentially sleep with them.
I'm annoyed that they won't call me anymore because they know I won't.
I can't wait till my cunt manager leaves for good. I'm glad her boyfriend dumped her sorry ass.
I love love LOVE singing...I'm so happy my major is music...
I really want to read Walt Disney: The Dark Prince.
I'm good at getting free shit.
I NEED TO GET LAID.
I'm not willing to wait nearly two weeks (damn it dave).
Being single is cool with me, being unsingle is cool with me. I need some ass, however.
The crowd of men who will bang me are all either (a) way too obsessed with me (b) unattractive (I gotta have standards) (c) Stupid, or (d) other.
Either way, there are no worthy candidates.
Except Dave.
Who is away.
Till the seventeenth...
I MIGHT EXPLODE.
Driving with one headlight is both nervewracking and serene.
I'm a big fat tease. With a tease cherry on top.
I have a motherfucking fan club.
People only call you when they want something from you/want you.
I work a lot.
I have a lot of faith in people.
My car doesn't look good with a big hole in the bumper.
People should be more careful backing out in the giggles parking lot...and pay to fix my car.
(Don't worry, the insurance company called me today. It's all covered.)
I really want Dave to be back from vacation. I properly like him.
People judge me easily.
I haven't had a week off in approximately 8 months.
I will have one in two weeks.
It will be orgasmic.
I don't look good with a lip ring.
Peer Pressure still works on me.
I miss Bard.
I'm bad at saving money.
My best friend and I don't know anything about eachother anymore.
My other best friend is amazing.
Staten Island is far away.
Cars without air conditioning on the hottest day of the year SUCK.
Clerks II is AMAZING.
Acrylic nails so aren't worth it.
Eyebrow waxing so is.
I have fucking fabulous friends.
I'm annoyed at the ones who only hung out with me because I would potentially sleep with them.
I'm annoyed that they won't call me anymore because they know I won't.
I can't wait till my cunt manager leaves for good. I'm glad her boyfriend dumped her sorry ass.
I love love LOVE singing...I'm so happy my major is music...
I really want to read Walt Disney: The Dark Prince.
I'm good at getting free shit.
I NEED TO GET LAID.
I'm not willing to wait nearly two weeks (damn it dave).
Being single is cool with me, being unsingle is cool with me. I need some ass, however.
The crowd of men who will bang me are all either (a) way too obsessed with me (b) unattractive (I gotta have standards) (c) Stupid, or (d) other.
Either way, there are no worthy candidates.
Except Dave.
Who is away.
Till the seventeenth...
I MIGHT EXPLODE.