Jerk

I’m a hypocrite.  I speak of taking mushrooms and drawing for hours hours hours, but if the boy mentions smoking weed or taking LSD it makes me want to throw up and I get a horrible deep, dissapointed feeling.  Maybe I feel he should be better than drugs, above drugs, but obviously I don’t feel the same way about myself.  I wish I didn’t feel this way, I wish I could feel consistant.  I wish a lot.

It’s beautiful out and my nose is runny.  I got my mother a miniature rose bush, and I’m hoping it has at least one opening bloom by tomorrow…

I’ve been having strange nagging feelings about everything.  Work, school, love.  Registered for my summer and fall classes, hopefully I’ll have enough money by then.  Can’t get any financial aide for another year, because they still base it off of my parents’ income even though I haven’t lived with them in 4 years.  Durrrrr, I am the government.  I only give free money to people who don’t really need it or don’t really appreciate it!

I can’t believe I moved out 4 years ago.  Holy shit.  I’m old.

One of my classmates was born in 1990.  NINETEEN NINETY.  Also someone said, "Party like it’s 1999" and I realized HOLY FUCK THAT WAS 10 YEARS AGO.

Can only find bras online.  I’m like a 32DDDD.  WHYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Dems some big tittays

Boy is off at a stripper-less bachelor party, and I am bored. 

I want to see my Godbaby.  I found out that I’ve visited her more than her father has, and I live 30 minutes away.  What a piece of shit.  I want to kick him in the left nut.