My boyfriend and I stumbled upon some geese and their little babes on our walk the other day.
Recently my roommate and I decided to move out of our shitty apartment and in to a really nice 3-bedroom apartment, and we finally found a third roommate!
Her name is Anastasia and she’s legit Russian. Like she’s prettier than anyone ought to be and her accent is super cute. She speaks English pretty well too, fortunately.
But the best part is she has a Yorkie, and guess what!?
His name is Jamison.
My dog’s name is Jamison.
You guys.
Also I have Internet after three weeks of not having it and my gross phlegmy cough is starting to go away and man.
Good days.
“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.” —
A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner.
I’m going to the Outer Banks in North Carolina tomorrow for four days with my boyfriend and some friends, and then we’re flying to Miami for five days to visit my sister.
This is the first real vacation I’ve taken since I was in Spain last summer, and man, I’ve really needed it.
My body may be stuck here for another 24 hours, but my soul is already feelin’ that beach breeze, baby.
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So the time on my iPhone 5 is currently four minutes faster than earlier models and my laptop. It’s in sync with some of the clocks where I work, except for the ones in the kitchen where I clock-in.
And the clock in my car does seriously whatever the fuck it wants to on any given day.
None of this would really matter if I wasn’t chronically early to everything. Like, I infuriate myself with how early I arrive to places sometimes. Especially when I know whoever I’m meeting is going to be late.
But I can’t help myself.
I live a cursed life.
Also, my gold nose stud came out while I was sleeping and I can’t find it. This is turning into one giant bummer of a day.
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Occupy Wall Street was a fucking mouse fart compared to the damage our generation could do to the system if every last one of us suddenly decided to stop making payments on our student loans.
I doubt it would take all that many conscientious defaulters to reach a tipping point — maybe a few hundred thousand — and the student debt bubble would burst. Credit scores would be meaningless. Ivory towers would crumble. The entire fucking economy would implode.
I dunno, it might be worth doing.
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So. Fucking. Down.
I hate when I ask someone two questions in a text and they only respond with an answer to one of them.
How the fuck do you fail to address the entirety of a 62 character text?
Look what I made ah! I wasn’t able to see my boyfrand today, but we’re going to a vineyard tomorrow and I’m gonna give it to him them.
We met while working at a seafood restaurant.
If you were wondering why fish.
That’s why fish.