I’m having a bad day.
The love of my life
Wasn’t interested in you back in high school, not interested in you now. We weren’t even friends. It’s 5 am, you won’t stop poking me on facebook and it’s going to become a home town smack down between my words and your ears if you don’t back off. You only now want to talk to me because I’m doing well with my life and apparently am considered attractive. Leeches, leeches every where.
I love how stupid people are on this dating site I’m on.
The site will clearly show you that we do not match up, that we have really bad opposing views, that you’re out of my age range, you don’t live in my area and we have nothing in common, and people will still try to hook up, when it also says I’m not there for hook ups.
I’m buying everybody common sense and literacy skills for Christmas.
I should’ve screen shot it on my phone, but I have two witnesses from work who saw it that I received 47 friend requests on fb since I got to work.
I spent my morning responding to nearly 100 from the last few days.
WHY YOU PEOPLES WANT TO BE MUH FRIEND?!
My pet rabbit get’s me on levels that no one will understand.
He stays awake with me and zen’s out to incense and eat’s pumpkin seeds with me at 1:30am and doesn’t question why. More so because he can’t, he’s a rabbit. But he’s the man. Fuck yea. Go super awesome pets that love you unconditionally.
I feel like one of those dandelion fluffs wafting in the wind, twisting and twirling on a bright sunny day. Only difference is it’s night, and I’m a human and I’m just laying in bed blogging shit on tumblr while I let my prednisone, exhaustion, espresso, ativan, and chamomile tea duke it out in my body.
I want to be as sweet, innocent, thoughtful, creative, polite, and organized as Leslie Knope but I also want to be as poised and sharp as Tammy One and have her ability to put fear in the hearts of men.