April 2012
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Vegan Snake Anti-Venom →
veganskinnybitch:
vincentxanthony:
Vegans: are you tired of getting the question, “well what if you’re bitten by a snake! Anti venom has to be make by milking a snakes venom in the first place! This is surely a life or death situation, what do you do?”
Are you tired of having to answer “WHEN THE FUCK AM I GOING TO BE AROUND VENOMOUS SNAKES?”
Well look no further for an answer, because...
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March 2012
Okay nevermind. I was gonna do homework but (TMI) I was peeing and practically fell asleep on the toilet. Going to nap now.
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So I got called into work this morning. After...
9:00 am: I’m dreaming that I’m applying clown makeup in a parking lot. Phone vibrating somehow wakes me up. Dave asks me to cover Keisha’s shift. Okay.
So I worked the shift. And while there, Derek asks if I can work Monday, too. So that’s closing Friday, open Saturday, open Sunday, close Monday. Oh well, money money money monayyy. I’m exhausted though.
But since I...
Seriously who is texting me DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?
My phone’s on the other side of the room go to bed wtf.
People annoy me.
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By the way,
Asshole Oscar grabbed my tummy tonight— WHICH HURT— and called me fat. Bitch if I’m fat then stop hitting on me.
Asshole. And I thought I looked kind of good tonight. Whatever.
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my thoughts during school
me: why
me: i wonder when my teacher lost their virginity
me: what if a man with a gun walked in right now
me: whens lunch
me: the fuck is this
me: why are you here
me: can i kill all of you with one bullet
me: what if i locked all the girls in the locker room and made them fight to the death like the hunger games
me: what if i stood up on the desk and ripped off my pants
me: dont touch me i have more followers than you
me: ugh
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Thank God Oscar worked with me tonight.
I love Oscar. My back hurts. I’m tired. My feet hurt. Complain. Complain. Complain.
Lawl. I was literally A CLICK away from clocking out and Mike was like “can you bus cocktail?” And I was like SIGH. OKAY. Ugh. I’m so freaking tired.
And irritated. I wanted to go out tonight. I never see people anymore. (Why would I wanna see people?) Whatever.
Lots of homework...
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Dear Rebecca,
Seriously if they don’t give you your answer soon I’m gonna kill someone lol. Your anxiety has been seeping into my life lately and every time I see your “SU BU college anything” posts I’m all DID SHE GET IN!? Oh.
Btw your url is awkward to type with one hand…
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After getting a 2090 on the SAT, WHICH I THINK IS PRETTY GOOD DAMMIT, I better get a freaking email from UPenn. I sent them my scores. THEY’D BETTER CONTACT ME AND FALL AT MY FEET KISSING THE GROUND BEGGING ME TO GO THERE. Or at least offer me a big scholarship :)
/dreams.
I had the following emails in my inbox:
An email from BU letting me know they got my SAT scores (I sent them to like 10 other schools, where all them automatic emails at?)
An email from Aeropostale telling me they have coupons.
An email from a website I ordered a bathing suit from ALMOST A WEEK AGO telling me they shipped it. Gee, thanks babes.
Skype, because they’re annoying.
An...
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HA. HEY REBECCA I JUST GOT AN EMAIL FROM BU...
IT WASN’T ANYTHING IMPORTANT BUT IT MADE ME LAUGH REALLY HARD.
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I got my SAT scores.
2090. Sigh.
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I have an essay that was due last Friday that I...
Sigh.
It’s not just emotions either. I’ve also completely lost my appetite. I’m surprised I ate the quesadilla at work today. I’ve eaten maybe 600 calories today and that was all forced. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to lose more weight. But it’s kind of scary to think that my mind and body are shutting down and giving up.
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Honestly, I’m inherently a really good person. Not even to sound cocky or something, I’m serious. I’m polite, I have manners, I’m intrinsically happy, I’m sweet, I’m smart, I go out of my way to do nice things for people, I put others before myself, I have a really good work ethic, and I always try really really hard to see the good in people.
But over the past...
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I'm fucking pissed.
I don’t even wanna bitch about my night at work because I don’t want to fucking remember it.
Seriously, if everyone loves you and you’re so fucking perfect, that’s all fine and dandy, princess. But if you know that I just got fucked over because I’m not “the favorite,” then don’t point it out to me. That just makes you a fucking asshole. ESPECIALLY...
