Arrested Development Valentine’s Day
Hopefully he blue himself, too.
This really sucks. The thought that I could bury my time in other people was moot. There is nothing that can make up for this. This feeling that I have deep inside of me is more than ridiculous. I shouldn’t be this way. I’ve never been this way. This isn’t me. You made me this way.
I just ate half of a cold croissant that’s been sitting next to my bed for four hours just so I wouldn’t have to get out of bed. This is my life now, I have come to terms with that. I accept that.
It seems to me that absolutely everything you say makes me want to put you out of your misery. It’s amazing what fucking me over once has the power to make me feel.
The fact that if someone feels the need to comment on a status, telling someone to call them, when the status is “I don’t like hoes”, they probably need to rethink some of their life choices.
And by that I mean, how do you gain followers on Tumblr? I know people that have over a thousand and I’m just sitting here like “whaaa?”. It also took me four years to get two hundred and twenty five followers on Twitter so I guess the problem isn’t every one else…it’s…*GASP* ME!?
Also known as, something you should never let your boyfriend know you own unless you don’t want him to ever pay any attention to you ever again.
Anderson Cooper is the funniest silver fox I’ve ever seen.
So, every quiz I’ve tried to take on Cosmopolitan’s website in the last four days has failed me miserably. First, I can’t find out who I’m most like in Sex and the City. Then the quiz box goes super tiny and I can’t find out whether or not I’m too good for my boyfriend. Why are you doing this to me Cosmo? I thought we had a deal. You tell me what the fuck is wrong with my life, and I listen to it like the jilted female that I am. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO IF YOU DON’T FIX THIS PROBLEM?!
Good morning from Denton, Texas.