My brain will be mush by 10am, tomorrow morning. I will be of no use to anyone.
Never say I don’t know how to cook.
Left: homemade chicken noodle soup
Right: shrimp and sausage gumbo
Don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t jump to conclusions. Everything is not what it seems.
You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can’t people do that in book stores? Like if I’m looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor
I’m going to reblog this until it’s a cultural norm.
Lets do it
plus less chance of drugs being slipped into your book
Omg. I would love that guy forever. Drinks never last, but books do. Plus that would be a great story to tell our children: “How did you and daddy meet, mommy?” “I was intrigued by this book at the bookstore. I could not, for the life of me, put it down. Your father approached me and offered to buy me the book. I instantly feel in love. The rest is history.”
I hate hate hate hate hate feeling like this. Im so angry at myself because I fuck things up. I dont wanna be like this. Im an idoit.
Um, yeah. Can this be my room, please and thank you??
No matter what you say or what you do,
When I’m alone, I’d rather be with you.
Fuck these other [girls], I’ll be right by your side ‘til 3005…
I hate that I can be so lazy and this laziness does nothing but makes me sad because my mind is never occupied. I wake up to take my sisters to school at 6:30 and by 8, I am back in the bed, attempting to go back to sleep. Why don’t I get up and clean or cook or wash my car or study? This morning, this is what happened:
- was awakened to take my sisters to school
- by 8, back in bed, watching Scooby-Doo
- got up to eat
- went with my mom
- now, I am back in bed
I have a meeting at 1, so I need to leave but I am blogging right now. My priorities are so messed up. Ugh.