I really need to start saving money because as soon as Liv turns 16 I’m never driving her ass around again.
Well, dinner was fun. Now time to go home and put on my shark slippers and relax.
Do you say
where do you live?
Our meeting with the new manager guy this afternoon was getting outta hand with lots of verbal jabs being tossed about.
The youngest noob asked...
seriously, $15/hour is barely a fucking living wage, especially if you live in a major metropolitan area. I can’t even believe that...
the dude who replaced Seth Myers on weekend update looks like a ginger kid named Fran I went to grade school with.
his name wasn’t actually Fran,...
Why is it that when I am home alone in a tank top and jammie pants, I feel good about myself? I feel strong. I like the feeling of my arms being exposed. I like that I can see my shoulders and neck. But if anyone else were around, I would immediately put on a huge tshirt and hide myself. I am fat. I used to mind that word but its accurate and I am not in denial. I am fat but I am also strong. I have stretch marks that to me aren’t that bad but I would never want anyone else to see them. I would be wholly mortified.
How can I like myself by myself but not like myself with others? Is it because I assume they are judging me based on my pants size or ability to look good? I think I do assume just that but the real question is, is that accurate and fair of me? I don’t really know. I have seen people discount my feelings because of how I look. Maybe it has made me jaded. I am more comfortable with me than I have ever been but I also feel like I don’t measure up to others. It’s a really weird place to be.
My work place reeks of these two things. I have never seen a person refuse to do what needs to be done and consistently avoid responsibility like this before. I can’t even fathom not having the balls to deal with simple problems and instead letting them go on and on until they blow up into a huge issue. What the fuck?? You own this motherfucker. Act like it.
Reblog if you think Tumblr should give us each an order of chicken nuggets and mastery over all of Space and Time.
And a pet dinosaur of our choice.
I remember being 13 years old or so and the weekend activity was always going to the mall. My group of friends would just wander the mall and make a nuisance out of ourselves until we were kicked out or our parents picked us up. The mall was the first place I had any kind of positive attention from boys. I was a goofball but openly hostile. I looked much older than my actual age and was 5’9” with long blond hair and DD boobs. Looking back its kind of amazing I wasn’t more popular but I think my attitude had a lot to do with that. Anyway, long story longer….there was this guy that we just knew in passing and he was definitely older…probably 17 or 18, a tall BAMF with a mohawk and tattoos. He was hilarious and he and I were the two biggest, sarcastic assholes when we were together. I was so innocent I never caught all his flirting for what it was. Anyway, one day after we became friends I hugged him and he kissed my neck gently and then a little more insistently and I almost passed the fuck out it felt so good. It gives me goosebumps to think about that feeling. Thankfully I was smart enough to know not to fuck around with him and waaaay too innocent to do anything anyway but damn….he was fucking hot and he totally created my love for being kissed on the neck. Its kind of amazing to me that I had a grasp on the difference between lust and love back then but I am forever thankful I didn’t “fall in love” with him.
I have no idea why I felt like sharing this rambling ass story but there ya go. Big fan of neck kisses.
Have you ever almost done something that would have a major impact on your financial well being even though you know that doing said thing would not be in your best interest but you want it anyway and keep moving forward with the bad idea then at the last moment you come to your senses and decide to wait for something better and now you can take a deep breath again?
It’s not a run on sentence….its a stream of consciousness paragraph. Yeah. That’s it.