So (deep breath in....then out) I seriously hate spit. I really do like when people spit and they hawk it up UGH! that makes me want to vomit i swear! and also when people talk and they get spit pockets in the corners of their mouths...gross. Like you can feel that shyt you really can, because i know I can!
So the count down has started to the start of my new job. Well I'm not really counting I just said that for right now. I'll be starting a new job in the middle of august!!! I'm really excited about this....seriously i am. so with a new job means a new place to live which means time to get serious and be and ADult (yes I meant to type that that way). I really don't wanna grow up.
Eh enough with that....i really wanna make some artsy friends. I love creative people like me I can truly be myself around them. I'm silly as fuck lol. but no really they think out of the box like me they love colors and random shyt. now come on who wouldn't want to be their friends? if you said no....ur a liar...a dirty, dirty, lair!!! I love people who don't give a shyt because deep down i really don't either. i HATE matching my clothes (i only match b/c my clothes sometimes embarass the people i'm with), and i HATE looking like everyone else. I strive to be different. My brother brought a friend home for the holiday's once, and i thought this guy was so cool, and pretty snazzy looking. he was a writer (I'm a writer too!) and he just oozzed with that creative emo/Bohemian/rocker/i don't give a fuck personae. But he wasn't interested....or I'm not sure. I'm a bit of a puss i seldom make the first move (unless I'm drunk, or really comfortable with the person).
So Sue my bff-fl/ summertime roommate is click-clacking really hard on her new phone (some touch screen phone) lmao she really going "in" on her texting (lmao) i just wanted to add that. i tried the touch screen thing but it wasn't for me...i don't always like complicated things. if i did I'd be a fucking math-ologist, or a science-ologist. but i'm not so fuck off (lmao)
Ugh okay one last thing. I think i might have IBS (irritable bowle syndrome). but according to my mothers it's just probably the large western sundae i had at work on friday (hay it was western day). So with that I'm furthering my belief that i am in fact lactose intolerant (Damn Cherokee Great grandmother...lol j/k. no really she was Cherokee.) so yeah anyway my stomach is still fucked i can't keep anything in i swear to I'm only eating bagels tomorrow at camp (yes i work at a camp) because i cant take this anymore i think i might die from the shyt soon (literally this shyt). Lmao this last portion really wasn't lady like but who gives a shyt that's me.
I have to go put my clothes in the dryer now so...
Good Night You Can Love Me Forever and Always (YCLMAF)...Because i know you will (most people do!).
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