February 2012
I told my girlfriend someone tried to fucking rape me and she screamed and pushed me over and left.
How can life go from being so wonderful to not livable so quickly?
Sobriety is actually the most painfully awful thing in the world.
Apparently saying no doesn’t actually mean no anymore.
I went to my first strip club ever, tonight. It was fucking boring. Naked chicks dancing on stage and I was bored.
My life is actually so fucked. Fuck this night. Fuck.
Lawl I actually thought for a second that I had the self discipline to say no when coke is offered.
What a joke.
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Anonymous is back on. Tumblr just isn’t as fun without daily, pathetic, anonymous abuse.
Lay it on me.
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My girlfriend and I have a photo shoot in a couple of weeks. I don’t understand what’s happening with my life, but it’s pretty god damn cool.
So I had a psychotic meltdown last night and started breaking things with a hockey stick and yelling and being the biggest bitch in the whole world to my girlfriend. I even grabbed her and shook her ‘cause I was that crazy. So when I realized what a grade a cunt steak I was being, I told her to punch me and she wouldn’t so I pushed her and pushed her and pushed her until she clocked me...
Rape is actually really not ever funny.
ponyonapony:
Not even a little bit. The fuck.
Lol things like this make me realize how insensitive I am.
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This bitch wants me to bring in a couple of black outfits for Sunday. Lol “club wear.”
I literally wear leggings with cigarette burns and tattered tank tops that I cut myself to clubs.
“That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful,...”
– J.D. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye (via bookmania)
I had a dream I was in high school again and then woke up with all of my real world worries.
I actually sat and thought about how I missed high school for a good fifteen minutes this morning.
What
am
I?
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Being referred to as a model today was a triiIIIiiIIiiip. On Thursday I’m getting my hair dyed the wildest red I ever did see and getting tracks put in my hair.
Guys, I’m going to have a weave.
GUYS, I’M GOING TO HAVE A WEAVE. And then I get to meet a bunch of well known hairstylists from Toronto on Sunday and get super hammered.
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Blow is the kind of drug that turns an amazing Saturday night into everyone crowding into a tiny bathroom waiting in line for the boy with coke put out more lines.
My girlfriend just basically asked me what we’re eating before we have dinner.
She’s my soulmate.
Since when is it 8 am?
Okay. Mornin’ everybody.
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Simple, simple, simple.
So, I love the gay bar and all of the sassy mother fuckers I meet but gays are just too full of their drama and bullshit.
I understand fighting if it’s for a legitimate reason, but other than that fuck offffff.
I don’t want to hear your bullshit. Fuckin’ a.