I guess I'll be at the Ranch tonight.
Nobody’s told me of anything else.
Why anyone would be intrigued by me is beyond me. It’s an unusually nice feeling though.
danger-dumont-deactivated201201 asked: 2, 9, 24
Give me a number(s)
1. What is your best friends name?
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?
3. What are you listening to right now?
4. Whats your favorite number?
5. What was the last thing you ate?
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
7. How is the weather right now?
8. Who was the last person you talked 2 on the phone?
9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
10. Do you have a significant other?
11. Favorite TV show?
14. Hair color?
15. Eye Color?
16. Do you wear contacts?
17. Favorite Holiday?
19. Have you ever cried for no reason?
20. What was the last movie you watched?
21. Favorite Day of the Year?
22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?
24. Hugs or Kisses?
25. Chocolate or Vanilla?
26. Do you want your friends to respond to this?
27. Who is most likely to respond to a text from you?
28. Who is least likely to respond to a text from you?
29. What books are you reading?
31. Favorite movies?
32. Favorite football Team?
33. What are you doing right now?
34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?
37. Dogs or cats?
38. Favorite flower?
39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?
40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?
41. Have you ever loved someone?
42. Who would you like to see right now?
43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?
44. Have you ever fired a gun?
45. Do you like to travel by plane?
46. Right-handed or Left-handed?
47. How many pillows do you sleep with?
48. Are you missing someone?
49. Do you have a tattoo?
50. Anybody on Tumblr that you'd go on a date with?
Tomorrow, I make my comeback. Middle fingers in the air and all.
I pick up my last check tomorrow, and then I never have to set foot in that shit hole again.
I AM SO BORED AND GOING STIR CRAZY. I HAVE BEEN COOPED UP IN THE HOUSE TOO LONG. I hate being sick.
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I’m just in love with the shoes here..
And it’s shit like this that makes me so fucking nervous.
It’s always something. Damnit.
I need a new job.
Bleh. I have work in like 12 hours. 6am shifts suck. Can it just be Thursday at 2:30?
brittneyydee asked: I love YOU, so so so so much! <3 Merry Christmas best friend!
I swear, if my dad’s brother’s family gets me sick..
It is now Christmas 2011. New Year’s is just a week away. I’m 23. 2011 wasn’t a bad year. Maybe not as exciting at 2010, but good nonetheless. Highlights of the past year: January, the time I spent all over SoCal with my best friend Brittney. It was a crazy few days, but so many good memories. We’ve grown so close, and I can always count on her. The countless nights...
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takeztk: “I feel that the beauty in life is not only in the people we love, the pretty things we see, the moments we stand amongst others for something we truly believe in and feel proud, the times we are genuinely happy…No, I feel there’s also beauty in the pain we feel. There’s beauty in the way we cope… All so true. I should go through some of the stuff I’ve written over the...
I hope you’re just as scared as I am.
garygorman said: this post is great, because you start off pretty happy that someone is looking at this post, but then at the end you become suspicious of the reader. LOL. You are amazing.
I’m bad.. I bought another pair of shoes today.. hahah.
And no amount of medication in the world could stop these demons from invading my mind.
Thoroughly confused right now. 0.o Feeling a hell of a lot better today though.
It’ll all be okay tomorrow.
You win, you fucking win. Broke me down.
confessionsofashewolf said: hahaha SERIOUSLY?! Sad, but true.. >.
I think it’s hilarious that a couple of the girls are giving me the silent treatment because I have Christmas eve off. Get over yourselves. I didn’t request it off and by that day I’ll have worked 12 days in a row. Grow up.
I honestly don’t know how I’m even fucking functioning anymore. Nine days in a row of work. I was supposed to have tomorrow off, but no. Now it’ll be twelve days in a row. I should be dead. How I haven’t completely broken down at work by now is beyond my comprehension. Fuck.