June 2012
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Every night I get off work and I say to myself, “YEAH! I’m going to rage! I’m going to get drunk as fuck and make gifs, arts, record covers….”
And then I decide I’d rather just fall asleep to cartoons on Netflix.
May 2012
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5 year plan
year 1-2 : Work my shitty retail job (s) and get sickeningly skinny
year 3-5 : Exploit my “hot” body and ride my looks to fame
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My brother just got a 2 year old dog, right? She’s been laying next to me on the couch. She left awhile ago. Unrelated, I took my bra off a little bit ago and set it on the couch. Out of the corner of my eye I keep thinking my bra is the dog…That’s how huge my bra is.
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How do I get RuPaul to have sex with me?
I am craving a soft pretzel so badly I may actually put on a bra and go to Target to get one from their “cafe.” How fucking pathetic is that? Also, I was bawling earlier watching a behind-the-scenes show on Disney World. Am I pregnant? HA. HAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Sex.
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TMI TIME:
I have to get up at 6 tomorrow morning to have a camera scope put up my pooper. But, hey, it beats work.
how do i get blake anderson to have sex with me?
