I couldn’t say I know who I am.
I haven’t the slightest idea.
December 2011
9 posts
The worst thing you can do to bookworms is to disturb them while reading. If you see us holding a book up our noses, stay away and leave us alone for your own good. No matter how close you are to us, we will be annoyed.
Real talk.
I am an idiot.
I am the only person I know who falls into tables for no reason and chips a tooth. Now, in all my brilliant glory, I have an exposed nerve, which means it hurts like fucking hell. Dentist on Monday. In the mean time, the pain pills are great…except they don’t work very well.
Story of my life.
I'm a what?
So, the other day, I heard a particularly vicious piece of gossip spread about me for the first time since I was 17 years old.
Needless to say it stung. And it was said just because I hung out with a friend of mine who works at a gentleman’s club.
I refuse to be chastised just because I choose to be friends with someone, especially when that someone is a good person and friend to me.
I would just like to remind anyone reading that, as adults, we shouldn’t descend into such childish and—frankly—idiotic behavior. It’s stupid and spreads pointless misery.
I’m tryin’ to be happy here, so stop throwin’ off my groove!
