So, today I went to the store and saw this girl I knew like forever and ago and she’s all fat and I was like what the heck betch, lay off those twinkies.
And then I went to Starbucks and bought a ton of coffee 
And then I sat around, waiting for True Blood and Teen Mom to come on and now that I’ve watched them I decided I want to be pregnant and be a vampire at the same time. D
But I think the best thing about today was when I decided that I should get on Tumblrrrr and post my meaningless thoughts on the interwebs because I think I’m intelligent and relevant and that what I think is interesting to other people.
I like pop tarts.
Oh my goshhhh guysss! So, my dog totally just barked like super loud. What the heck?! Since when did dogs bark? I mean, seriously? Seriously? I guess this is just another case of every day occurring things just blowing my tiny, Facebook absorbed brain.
Becky stole my boyfriend, that betch. I don’t understand why Brad would leave me for that easy, two bit crack whore. Maybeeee it’s because she’s not orange and stupid and actually understands that pants are not a fashion accessory, they’re required, and that me texting him 24/7 isn’t cute, it’s stalkering.
Hah, stalkering. I love using big wordssss. <3
Well anyways guysss, I think I’m going to go finish more homework and fantasize about crawling up Robert Pattison’s ass while I Google exactly what ‘hot pants’ are and how I can get some so I can have them on and up, with Jesus on my necklace. Everyone loves Jesus right? I think he plays soccerrr for Brazill or something. <3
Well, anywayssssss. Goodnight. <3
When you change jobs, your views of people will change too.
Now that I work at the one and only local hang out, I’ve realized that my generation is a collective group of pop culture rejects with no taste in music, and a lack of appreciation for literature and sciences.
My generation is a collective hack job of over glamorized idols, glitter, thug life, and teen pregnancy.
We’re all taught that everyone is special and talented in their own ways.
We’re also lied to apparently.
Like, Ohmigod.
Anyways.
Where I’ve been for the past six months:
High school. Graduating.
Car. Moving.
Starbucks. Working.
Walgreens. Working.
New York. Partying.
Walgreens. Quitting.
Starbucks. Working and loving it.
Airport. Boyfriend came back.
Moving. Boyfriend and I decided to house jump.
Starbucks. Working.
Floral design school. Working.
Coldstone Creamery. Boyfriend working.
Shell gas station. Boyfriend working.
Home. Drinking and eating Chinese food.
I mean, you get the idea.
Boyfriend.
He spoils the crap out of me. Seriously.
And he does my laundryyyyy <33
But really. This kid is amazing. Almost six months of amazing and fantastic and clean clothes and snuggling and cuddling and food and sleep in the same bed and laughing and the ‘first thing in the morning cigarette’ together.
And the best part? I can fart in front of him. And he doesn’t care. He just tries to out fart me. He lets me cry all over his shirt and get mascara every where. He goes to dinner with me. He’s pretty and funny and silly.
And he smokes a pipe.
And he has the worst sense of style of anyone I’ve ever met, but I love him anyways.
So, here’s an update.
This is my life now. I’m content.
