I wish I could just wake up and go to work and be fine with that, but every single day, without fail, I dread it so much I feel literal pain in my chest. I feel like that’s abnormal. And I also feel like I can’t do anything about it.

Fuck.

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This felt so familiar I almost cried.

This felt so familiar I almost cried.

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So I made a fake myYearbook account just to stalk all the people on there. And oh my God, this is the best website ever.

So I made a fake myYearbook account just to stalk all the people on there. And oh my God, this is the best website ever.

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Though I can’t seem to amount to anything in the present day, in 1850, apparently I was the bitch to beat.

Though I can’t seem to amount to anything in the present day, in 1850, apparently I was the bitch to beat.

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I have a job interview in an hour. I’m nervous as shit. But at least my outfit’s pretty bangin’.

I have a job interview in an hour. I’m nervous as shit.

But at least my outfit’s pretty bangin’.

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My political compass. Summary: socially liberal as fuck, economically moderate/uninterested.

My political compass. Summary: socially liberal as fuck, economically moderate/uninterested.

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Reading Oscar Wilde’s “The Soul of Man under Socialism.” HOW THE HELL DID I NOT KNOW THIS EXISTED BEFORE?!

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So my computer keeps signing me into other people’s social networking accounts. So anyone who has used my computer ever EVER is now accidentally getting hacked.

I feel like I should use this to my advantage. Too bad my friends are boring.

(I still love you guys.)

(Mostly.)

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Really, Netflix? Am I that boring?

Really, Netflix? Am I that boring?

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I feel like all my facial features are too big for my face. …Oh well.

I feel like all my facial features are too big for my face.

…Oh well.

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This Valentine’s Day I received:

- 1 gigantic card
- 1 gigantic teddy bear
- 3 orgasms
- 1 fullbody massage
- 3 Luigi’s ice cups
- 1 free dinner complete with chips and salsa appetizer
- 848923849 reminders that my life is amazing

Not bad. Not bad at all.

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It’s weird looking back at some of the people I used to be friends with in high school.

They really didn’t care about me at all. As in, at all.

I didn’t find my real friends until my last year.

Sometimes I’d give anything to go back and do it over again. I would have given significantly less fucks for the first three years.

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