- stayed up all night talking to boyfriend
- finally went to sleep at 5
- woke up around 8:15 to a couple of texts from boyfriend <3
- FEELIN’ ALRIGHT BECAUSE I DIDNT HAVE TO BE AT WORK UNTIL NOON
- received a call from an unknown number
- didnt answer
- same number called back, left me a voicemail
- turns out it was one of the ladies from my work telling me i was supposed to be there at 8
- MAD DASH TO GET DRESSED AND GO TO WORK
- waited around for lunch to come
- discovered i only had 6 dollars in my checking account, due to all of the spending when i was in miami
- got a $50 christmas bonus
what an awful/kind of okay day. but then i accidentally made plans to hang out with people because i’m nice even though i’ve gotten 3 hours of sleep
W/E NIQQA I ONLY HAVE TO WORK 2 GOD DAMN DAYS THIS WEEK I CAN SLEEP ALL I WANT.
AND TONIGHT AND TOMORROW WILL BE SPENT WITH MY LOVELY (VERY DELICIOUS) BOYFRIEND
am i crazy because i want to touch your skin?
is it crazy that i’ve got nothing to believe in that was built by human hands, or controlled by demand?
so if love is true, let’s burn the factory.
take off your shoes babe, it’s time for dancing.
i never leave the house without a pocket of pills.
operator, operator i, i’ve no solitude from the digging hands, no way.
okay, now i’m losing it and i can’t keep up.
operator, operator it’s nothing personal, but i’m choking tears.
i’m thinking about giving in.
it’s no better than before, it’s just never mentioned.
it’s too late.
and we keep running this race that cannot be won.
i keep coming up empty.
i just want to be happy.
NOT TO SOUND LIKE A WHINY BITCH OR ANYTHING BECAUSE I’M NOT.
CAN WE STOP PUTTING MY SEX LIFE INTO CARTOON FORM AND POSTING IT ON FACEBOOK
AT FIRST IT’S FUNNY AND THEN I’M LIKE “WHAT IF ONE OF MY COWORKERS FINDS MY FACEBOOK. OR MY DAD.”