I don’t think I could ever be on a reality show.
I’ve been known to not hold my liquor very well. I don’t want to be known as the drunk sloppy bitch for the rest of my life. And half of the time I find myself saying things like “slap that bitch” or “damn I would have knocked her ass out” to the T.V- even though I’m not like that at all.
I’m thinking the liquor would turn me into that though, I don’t want to be that girl.
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Hurricane - 30 Seconds To Mars / Kanye West
Things I hate about myself #2
I stay awake until the break of dawn talking to people online/tumbling/facebooking/illegally downloading/eating/watching true life/doing nothing- and that causes me to be a bitch when I wake up from the lack of sleep, IF I wake up. I can’t live normally. I don’t eat normally. I can’t function. AND YOU PEOPLE ARE ENABLERS! HELL YEAH YOU READ THAT RIGHT. DO NOT LIKE THIS POST. You know why? BECAUSE IF YOU LIKE THIS POST, I’M GOING TO WANT TO POST MORE. You know why? BECAUSE I’M A PEOPLE PLEASER. YOU LIKING THIS POST IS LIKE GIVING ME ANOTHER HIT.
I’m kidding. Like it. Hit me.
Everything about this video reminds me of (me and) my boyfriend.
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-dances.
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Heartbreak hotel
Things I have yet to do, but feel I will do in the (near) future.
- Lock my keys in the car
- Fall and chip a tooth
- Threaten someone with a broken bottle
Things I hate about myself #1
I lose something everyday. In the past moth, I have misplaced hundreds of dollars worth of jewelry (especially left earrings), electronics, hair accessories, pens/notebooks, purses, and God knows what else.
The thing is, I’m completely aware that I’m about to lose something when I do. I try so hard to remember where I’m about to put it, that I forget. Then I start to put things in absurd locations, like inside of Tupperware, or empty Arizona bottles thinking that there isn’t a way in hell that I’ll forget putting something there. The flaw in this ridiculous ritual, is that I have too many little places to store shit. I can’t keep track of them all- so the whole thing is pointless, and I’m an asshole.
A broke asshole who has gone through 4 iPods, 3 pairs of the same earrings, and so on and so forth.
Inspire me.
Lately nothing is coming to me. It’s hard for me to write music, or write anything for that matter. I used to be able to lock my door, and sit in front of either of my keyboards and just go at it. It doesn’t come half as easy now, and I’ve tried everything.
I need something to shake me up. I need something to change me. I’d even welcome some kind of pain. I’m not feeling anything lately.
Come around come around come around come around to me…
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Over - Drake
Just saying,
So many people have come in and out of my life- and that’s how it happens. People change, people grow up, and some people just don’t. It’s life and that’s all there is to it.
If you were ever a big part of my life, if I ever loved you, or cared for you -you’ll never catch me bad mouthing you on a regular basis because we aren’t close anymore.
I hate hearing people constantly talk about their ex’s, or people they were close friends with. “He’s this, she’s that” all the time. I may have some negative things to say about you because after all, we did fall out for a reason- but ultimately, you aren’t part of my life anymore and there’s no need to talk about it all the time. I may have a story to tell- but nothing that the person doesn’t already know. If I didn’t think you were ugly, ignorant, pathetic, etc then, and those things aren’t the reason why we aren’t cool anymore- I don’t have shit to say about you now. That’s not me.
My best friend forever and I got hair dye yesterday. Gotta re-do the bangs doe.
