I said to my brother, “I need a tattoo that will make me look scarier. What should I get?”

“A panda.”

My question is serious as well as for lulz, because I am like, EEEEEEEEEeeee dawgies are so cuteeeeeee, but inside I’m also like, I hate that guy, and I will beat his face in, which really doesn’t come through in my delightful personality.

Periods affect me too much. I wish I bought the pill last week so I could skip this month. Whatever, I’m skipping the next 3. I wouldn’t say periods make girls “crazy.” That’s too harsh. I’d say I’m more unfiltered. Not only in conversation, but also in thinking.  ”Hey, parents, I was a miserable child and you definitely could be blamed for some of it. lolololol” *tears* 

*anger*

Fucking shit.

There’s a lot of things my dad can’t do anything about in his life. For one, he works long a shitty hours that has basically allowed him an average of spending 1 hour on average with his kids per day for the past 27 years. My brother seems fine with him. I don’t know why he doesn’t have issues like I do. Jesus fucking Christ, my memories of childhood is just me throwing tantrums, screaming into pillows, slamming doors, and writing angry as fucking hell journal entries about why I was so pissed off, and how I would like to jump off the roof and land on a fence post. I think entries date back to ‘97, I was 9. 

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Ugh, here’s what I’m having trouble with: There’s a lot of stuff I want to get done, but I am most definitely procrastinating. I rationalize by thinking I can get the stuff that I can do at home done instead, so I can put off the other stuff. That would be fine, if I didn’t procrastinate for that stuff too…

Fudge buckets.

I guess this is why I dream about school. Everyone, well… 95% of the people in the dream are assholes. I am left without a group for the projects, because it is a reflection of how stuff I need to do in real life is all me. And, the homework that I realize is due will have like a public shaming if it isn’t completed, unlike this stuff I want to do in real life. For that, there is only my own disappointment. I think my brain would like a possibility of a public shaming to get me motivated. Jeez, what an asshole. Haha.

*takes a singing-Spice-Girls-break*

*plays Diablo 3 for 2 hours*

…

I’m feeling like there’s so much to do! It’s a bit scary, but I’m not letting this make me go backwards on all the progress my brain has made. I just need to write some lists, and other stuff down, and then it’ll all get done, and I’ll being doing what I want to be doing in no time.

I just put on some medicated cream for eczema on my hands. I hate it! It smells, and I’m sure I am not allowed to ingest it, so I don’t like having it on! I guess it’s not too bad since I never lick my keyboard anyway… my mouse on the other hand…. jk… I’m not directly licking my mouse. Directly.

jayskalo:

loose-skinnyjeans:

strawberriesandabs:

jumpingjacktrash:

thischick25:

This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…

men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.

THE NOTES ON THIS

because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.” 

BUT THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

I haven’t bought pants in a while because I don’t want to figure out which size I’m supposed to wear. I just have leggings that I feel are stretchy enough to go around these goddamn hips. AND THAT, is how my past few years have been, because fuck pants.

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Oh hi, I thought I’d share a dream I had this morning. 

So, like most nights, I drank loads of water and really had to pee. This always guarantees a pee dream! I usually dream about horribly gross, uncomfortable, or public toilets with no privacy. They were overflowing, or had no seat, or slanted at the weird angle, or was so big you could fall in. If there were stalls, the walls would be really low, so everyone could watch you pee. No matter what, it was super messy. 

This one was different, I had to pee, and I squatted over an electrical outlet, power bar thingy. I did it without questioning it. Pee and electricity really don’t go together… I don’t know how my subconscious came up with it. I had pretty good aim though. Still made a mess, because the outlet holes aren’t very big, but I certainly wasn’t terrible at aiming!

I’m always amazed how I don’t piss myself when I dream of peeing. Being house trained amazes me! We are so smart! Ahahaha.

I think I had a dream after that where I tell people about how ridiculous it was that I was peeing into outlets. I was out trying to show my dad how to get to somewhere. It was like 2592 College Street or something… I don’t think it actually exists, and I ran into the guy I liked when I was a kid. He walked with us. I forget what we talked about… Why does he appear in my dreams so often? I don’t think about him when I’m awake. Go away! I’m not 8, or 12, or 16 anymore…. 

Ahhh. Good nap. So my mom thinks tattoos are like paying for pain, but to me it’s like buying something that won’t ever break. I love themssssssss.

I cuddle my stuffed doggy like it’s real. I hope I don’t give in to whoring myself out to hang out with people’s dogs. I love doggies too much. Uggggghhhhhhhhhhhh

Time for a spontaneous tattoo that isn’t the one I already put a down payment on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (MORE EXCLAMATION MARKS)

Copied from my FB status!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, so I come back from my therapy appointment, and this is the conclusion I’ve made. *HIGH FIVE*