Anxiety is taking a pregnancy test even though my tubes have been tied for 2 years and I had my period last week. Appetite is gone, needed to rule that out. Not even the first one I’ve taken since being electively sterilized. #anxiety #hotgirlshit #childfreebychoice
The best review I’ve ever gotten:
“My coworkers asked me what color your eyes are and I didn’t even know, you’re beautiful, you like cheap drinks and you get mad when I try to pay every time.”
Me, roasting marshmallows, 11:00 pm Saturday night: Being an adult is so fucking cool.
Me, at work, 1:00 pm Monday: This is fucking stupid.
Real message I just sent:
I’m not going to be disrespected or objectified by a guy that wouldn’t even buy me crab rangoon
Finally got the perfect response to this meme. Brb. Going to drown myself in holy water so I can date this pure, respectful soul.
Last night was the 5th date with a guy I met on Tinder. He is the sweetest and most respectful guy I’ve ever met.
3 years later I found him on Facebook, messaged him and we’ve been on 2 dates. He’s still so nice. I’m an idiot for letting that go. Now I’m 3 years of trauma funnier and 3 years of therapy healthier. Here’s to another saga #itwillalwaysbenerdboys
The most embarrassing thing about me is that I’ve had my heart broken by TWO boys that don’t even know how to do their own taxes.
I don’t even like him. He wanted to stay friends and then changed his mind when he found someone else. Which, yeah, duh. I feel so fucking stupid. They’re all trash.
Ok. After a night’s sleep I’m fine. Embarrassed that I’m going to spend another therapy session on another dude who doesn’t even do his own taxes.
I know it’s spring because last night I took the trash can to the curb barefoot and my neighbor was watching tv on their porch.