i'm even annoyed that I'm 'blogging' about this....even more annoyed i just said 'blogging'.
Im turning 29 on the 22nd.
I'm not afraid of that number.
I dont feel the need to evaluate where my life is headed, and make a buncha changes that the media tells me I should make, according to the number of years I've been alive. Fuck that shit.
I know who Iam.
I know what I wanna do.
And I sure as hell don't look 29.
But what I rrrrrreallly don't get, is how the opposite sex seems to actually be digressing. Like.....really? Are you really saying that outloud? Did you serrrrrrriously just text me that? Are you purposely going for prepubescent 12yr old, or am I lost? Help me out here, I just wanna know.
I think I've given up on the whole 'there's gotta be someone left out there thats cool, that I'd mayyyybe wanna spend some time with'....
Like f'real.
Maybe the problem lies within my gender.
there sure are a lot of pathetic broads in this world, that give us 'non crazy, fun, easy goin chicks' a super bad name. thx broads. thx a ton. you're neat. call me?
ugh
If everything these days wasnt revolved around sex so much, I think I'd be having a lot more of it.
...take out the TCB
suck it to me.
suck it to me.
suck it to me.
suck it to me.
