I need to learn moderation and self control.
My new years resolution is not to go on a diet or lose weight or exercise but to only work out my butt so it may become to biggest hardest most bubbly butt ever. Like fucking STACKED.
Please refer me to butt bulging exercises to beautify my booty.
(via marfmellow)
Every weekend,
a constant state of bliss is
what I’m basking in.
If you’re a man who “can’t take no for an answer”
I don’t think it’s too far of a leap for me to believe that you would, in fact, go as far as sexual assault.
(Source: modern--things)
I’ve spent most of my time home Wiki’ing burlesque dancers. Thinking about binding my midsection and making some money on the side, in like 2 years.
I’m at home in Detroit! Which means.. INTERNET!
Went to the orthopedist, and I won’t need ankle surgery! Good shit this whole time! :D
So I have 4 more weeks in this cast (no weight bearing), and then I’ll be wearing a stupid boot for 3 weeks afterwards. :D BUT I`LL BE ABLE TO SHOWER 3 TIMES A DAY AGAAAAIN.
I texted my sister who resides in New Orleans today, because there’s always heavy downtime at work. Meaning, I’ve only had to speak to a total of 5 freshmen today about where math tutoring was being held. Anyhow, I told her about me being completely obsessed with N.O. since she flew me down there for spring break/my 19th birthday last year, and how I want to intern there for next summer.
She said she’d look around for internships for me, and if her charter school app goes through, she’s going to hire me instantaneously.
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Getting away from Michigan for an entire 3-4 months?! I’D SHIT MYSELF. I don’t even care if I’m just the coffee getter, or the data entry person. WHAT THE FUCK I’D LOVE TO DO THIS. In the heart of New Orleans! THIS MEANS CRAWFISH AND POTATOES WHENEVER THE HELL I’D LIKE!
I don’t want to get too ahead of myself, but either way I am spending my summer down there. I just hope it’s doing something meaningful.
reasons why you should break a bone at least once
- a whole buncha fine ass guys and ladiez have been talking to me and walking me home.
- DRUGZ! well, i’ve had to stop smoking weed, but I just woke up from a hydrocodone-induced nap and I feel like I smoked 4 blunts.
- it is perfectly fine for me to come home and go to sleep immediately now.
- people give their seats for you on public transportation, although I almost had to swing my crutches at some bitches this morning.
- people open doors faster when you’re crippled.
- you get your dinner BROUGHT to you, instead of making your own plate.
lowkey i might be sad when I can walk again in 4-6 weeks.
first week: finito. It was awesome. I enjoy my classes and my job. I have most of my classes with friends, and I’ve made new friends at work. Overall, pretty cool first week. I’m very excited to get into the ‘meat’ of things.
Sometimes
I look back on past friendships like, damn, I feel like I miss them.
& then I venture in an hour long reminiscing phase. All the good things. Things that supposedly make you want to be intertwined in this person’s life for as long as the universe allows you to.
I remembered all the summer nights we stayed out and did reckless, high school things. All the boys, all the tears then the “let’s go get some liquor/weed” talk that followed.
& then, just when I’m about to pick up the phone and rekindle a conversation,
I realize all ‘good’ things come to an end, and it’s usually because it was never good for us to begin with.
Or, rather, our time has come and gone. We had a seasonal friendship that was masked in thoughts of longevity, and I’d be doing myself a disservice by regressing.
I say regressing because I am clearly not the same person that I was when we were at our friendliest. I’m sure you’re not the same person either, but I won’t ever be sure.
What I’m really trying to say is, it was good for what it was but I am taking (and I have taken) very different steps in life, far from the person I used to be, so even if we attempted camaraderie again it could never be like our ‘glory days’.
& this will probably be my last time truly thinking, speaking aloud, or even typing about past friendships. It is impossible for me to move forward and not give newer friends a part of me by being afraid that something similar will happen.
There’s only 4 destinations I’m trying to travel to this summer
- Cedar Point
- New Orleans
- Toronto for Caribana
- New Jersey for Rock the Bells
And I think I should have the cash for all of these things, so I’m pretty stoked to be traveling.
