Uh ohhhh
Vodka, cramps, and chugging chocolate milk. I’m asking to puke.
I’m just shy of 22
And hve th stress level of a middle aged widow in Harlem trying to raise 4 kids.
Fuckin a.
Tonight is frustrating.
For once in my life, I’d like a god damn normal night.
Unfffff so sexy
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I just really dislike humans.
They all suck and do sketchy things and irritate me.
I want to be a cat. Sleep 18 hours a day, purr a lot, and occasionally scratch the fuck out of people.
Pre work chillin! I wish I was still in this outfit and still at home
I was fine all day, now that I’m at work
All I want to do is sleep. I’m exhausted. Wah. At least I’m off at 6 tomorrow and then have off until Saturday.
Solo Cups: Knowledge
I was curious about the lines on solo cups the other weekend and learned something amazing. This information should be taught in an intro class to all high schoolers and college students.
It turns out that the lines of the solo cup allows you to measure out a shot, a glass of wine, and a beer. This would have been ridiculously helpful during my partying years!
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All the signs are here
Craving beef, which I hate.
Craving chocolate milk.
Randomly crying over little things.
Feeling fat even though I barely eat.
Being a girl sucks, especially when you know horrid cramps and wanting to rip your insides out are next.
And now that you all know about girl time, back to work I go.
