Farts.

I’m sick, again, because I have the lowest immunity levels in the fucking world. I’m laying in my bed, watching that Girls show that’s on HBO on some site. I’m super fucking emotional and I start thinking about why I’m enjoying the show. It’s decently written and it’s sprinkled with a few genuinely funny moments. Like trying to make a date rape joke in a job interview. I just now realized that it’s because it’s about a bunch of girls, that are friends, and half the show is just a fucking giant conversation that I never get to have because I have no actual close girl friends at almost 21 years old. I mean, I have girl friends, but I see them in a social setting like once a month, iiiiiif even that. This feels like a serious rock bottom moment. Fuck everything. I can’t make friends. I work better as a fucking acquaintance. 

Modern Homo Sapiens got dat ass.

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I’m just now realizing how much more money I’ll be making on a regular basis. Now I’m just perusing though Sephora and 50 other sites, deciding on what exactly I want to squander my riches on. I can’t remember the last time the thought “I hope I have enough money for gas between paychecks” didn’t cross my mind. That was worded awkwardly.

Whatever.  

did-you-kno:

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Nopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenope.

Scared shitless.

I have to go to school, straight to work, then straight to school again. 9am to 9 pm. Today will suck a giant dick.

setphasers-tostun:

do it, do it

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I startvmy new job at Perfume Plus in St. Matthews mall today. My days dealing with children screaming and crying, getting snot on me, and telling me some sort of sexual abuse is going on at home are almost over. Fuuuuuuuuck that isht.

I let my boyfriend borrow a book and he uses it as a door stop.