Are you fucking me!? I got into an accident and my car totalled. So my brother just decides to take the windshield wipers that I just fucking bought off my car to use his own?! Without telling me?! I paid almost sixty bucks for the pair. Fuck that. He either is going to give them back or give me the money. This is bullshit. He needs to go back to la because I’m so fucking sick of him just TAKING my stuff. First my protein powder and now this?!
I decided shitty week stops now. I made my bed, but I don’t have to wallow in it. Life goes on.
Joe is taking me to a star wars burlesque show when I go visit him. Best boyfriend or best boyfriend ever.
Of course Hottie Josh randomly shows up at my work ON THE WORST PERSONAL DAY EVER SO I’M BUMMING IT HELLA HARD AND AIN’T GOT NO MAKEUP ON. AND MY HAIR IS A MESS BECAUSE I HAVEN’T PUT THE BLUE BACK. Ugh
This time last year was one of the best weeks of my life. So many internet friends together at comic con. We could actually hug and laugh and eat together. Not to mention all freak out about the same things and everyone was on the same page.
Ugh. Take me back.
Every time I ride the bus justifies my decision to drive to work instead.
Idk if it’s because I keep my septum flipped up most of the time or not, but my nose has seen a significant increase in booger production in the last few months.
Nothing makes me feel like a failure at life better or quicker than trying to buy my own airplane tickets.
Don’t ask me how or why.
get to know me meme: [2/5] movies —> josie and the pussycats (2001)
I love this movie. It’s so good and so wrong at the same time.
If I taught a class about Hollywood, I’d devote an entire week to the cultural and economic interestingness of this movie.
But we’d only watch the parts with Du Jour.
I hate waking up from a nap and feeling like shit. Ugh. So not the point of taking a motherfucking nap.