lights will guide you home

I think my appendix has ruptured. But pray it’s bad gas.
Amen.

Also, my little known, but intense phobia of Armageddon was not helped by the events of the day.

i’m not going to lie. i miss my old job. i think i’ve made a mistake in choosing my current job. 

I don’t understand “slut-shaming”. Also, I don’t understand how it is promoting rape culture if we teach young ladies how to protect themselves.

Nothing like being verbally harrassed while on the patio…and they know where I live. Shit.

Kellie does not hate me. 

Picture is not mine. 

where is this coming from?

I’ve just had a lot of questioning about who I am and why I do things the way I do. People really think I’m a bitch. 

I would hate me. We would just not get along. I remember growing up wishing I had a clone so I would never have to be alone. This has turned into a very depressing post about my childhood. Related: boys drool at the moment.

I’m always depressed during the holidays.

I get extremely annoyed when I have been saying something for months, trying to get you on board and then you come up in here and say we should sit down and talk about it, like I haven’t already put a plan in place.