I will fuck you up.

So...my brother's girlfriend is fifty years old. There's nothing wrong with that...except that I want to be an aunt one day.

Sometimes I can be a little selfish.

Me: Would you like a dressing room so you can try those on?

Older Woman: No thank you. I don't like getting undressed. I can bring it back if it doesn't fit right?

Me: Yes, you can.

OW: You know us old ladies don't like to get undressed unless we're about to have sex.

Me: *tries very hard not to laugh*

BEST thing I heard ALL day.

The sun is starting to make my blonde hairs more visible.

Jebus effin' cupcakes...now my uncle is being all preachy. Oy.

"how does it feel being in these arms...what's it really like to be loved...I've been alone now, how long...have you ever loved the way that I have...and I have often wondered who...who could love you the way I do...now I just want you to know...how I'm touched deep in my soul...just being with you...and I need you more each day...baby, if you're still awake...call me when you get this..."

"You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip." J. Carroll

*laughs* I would laugh if I tripped.

Sometimes I can be an ass.

Man, I look like such a tomboy today. Chucks, knee-lenth shorts, t-shirt, hoodie.

Yippee!!! Zumiez is open.

I don't know why I was so scared to drive before. It's fun. I love it. The price of gas could drop by a dollar or two though.

Worky, work, work work.

Interview on Monday. Setting up another interview as well. Waaahooo!!!

*walks to bus stop*

Random stranger: *honks horn* Ay!

Me: *ignores stranger*

*phone rings*

Me: Hello?

McDishes: That was me.

Seriously? It's night time and I'm alone. I don't respond to strangers honking at me. Try calling out my name next time instead of yelling ay.

Brutus?

You: I will fuck you up.

Me: *giggles* Okay.

You: *shakes head*

You're the one that left that open like that.

Class of 93's next event + Anger Management = Ha ha, not funny. Don't make me transfer some of my aggression from McDishes to you.

Sometimes he makes me wonder what the deal is with him. Things can be a little confusing at times, but then I remember it's usually women who confuse things that are really quite simple.

I really shouldn't be allowed to talk to new people if I've had a drink and am feeling a little tipsy. I'm nice and don't know how to say no. I didn't really want to give that dude my number. [I think he realized I wasn't really interested when later he tried to talk to me and I didn't have much to say, text messaged other people and kept getting up to socialize, me socialize...oh my.]

Drunk girl is not drunk. Weird. She looks so...normal. It's just not right. Must be invasion of the body snatchers.

I like being able to go out alone and when I arrive all my friends are there and I'm not really alone at all.

Ugh, I hate waking up from a night out with a stuffed nose because of the smokiness of it all.

My nipples itch.

TheReceptionist is such a cutie. Normally not my type either. Too bad it looks like he has a girl.

I might need to make another trip up to the shop so I can price my tattoos.

*smiles*

One key to my heart...chewy Spree.

I *heart* roller derby.

Even though I'm broke, homeless and have douche bags hounding me every effin' day, I'm happy. More happy now than I've been in a long time. I like it.