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Do you ever just have one of those days where you’re like “Wait, I’m how old? What the fuck am I doing with my life??????”
As I continually bring my work home, I wonder that every. Fucking. Day. I shouldn’t be putting in 40 hours / week at work and then another 10-15 hours of work at home (unpaid, I might add).
I miss being able to do fun things (hi Andrew McMahon concert, I’m looking at you) and see people. I want to travel. I want to live like I’m my age, not like I’m the same age as my workaholic parents.
My migraines and tendinitis have both returned with a vengeance. I don’t know if it is stress causing them or what, but I’m fed up with it. I spent all of today in bed thanks to a migraine. I did not get anything done at home that I needed to get done, nor did I get my work done that I brought home to do this weekend.
And the fact that I specifically brought home work this weekend upsets me.
If I bring home work over my birthday weekend, please commit me to the mental hospital.
I keep my wishes under 3mil but still every time someone grants one I feel like crying. People are so nice. So sweet. I know people might be doing it for the achievement but IT’S JUST SO NICE. ; ;
More people should wish for referral point items so I can gift too. That’s the only currency I’m rich in, haha.
I wish I knew who you were on site — I’m looking to buy referral points!
hate when i lose something and my parents says “well i guess u didnt care about it enough” like you’ve lost me in a grocery store before
Martin & Cracker
what kind of name is martin for a dog
I always appreciate these photosets- they’re like, idk, Now That’s What I Call Tumblr or something
I had to restrain myself from hitting the reblog button several times over
OMG THE LAST ONE I JUST CAN’T
i know i give white people a lot of shit but u guys are really nice. like when the light turns green and there’s a white pedestrian that’s almost across the street u guys always do that jog thing. i know it’s kind of insignificant but i appreciate it white people. u and ur half jog thing.
i think about this post every time i do the half jog thing
@amnthewilderness Thank you for saving me. There aren’t words for how you’ve changed my life. (at Majestic Theatre)
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.