I love those type of friendships that don’t require a lot of effort. We may not see each other as much as we want to or talk as much as we used to, but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re friends no matter what. They can do their own thing and I can do my own thing. What’s important is that whenever we do see each other again, we can pick up right from where we left off without making it awkward. Any friendship that works out like that is a friendship worth having.
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”—Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
I really hate rude people. Especially those who talk like as if they’ve never had any happy moments in their life. Their tone is so bland and I swear to god I would really love to punch one of those people in the face one day.
At least a “Please” or “Thank You” would be nice when they ask for something but seems like they are too fucking stupid to use it.
Emailing: OMG, I LOVE to answer emails. GIVE ME MORE. Ugh, I can’t get enough. I also love the sound of my fingers hitting the keys on my laptop. It sounds like I’m stomping on a bug. God, bugs are gross. I love to kill them. Is that bad? OMG, someone just sent me another email. Answered prayers!
When my mom calls: I’m so excited! My mom is calling me! I’m not going to ignore it this time. No sirrie. I want to talk to her because I love her so much. I really do. I was in that woman’s vagina for nine freaking months (FIRST AND LAST, BY THE WAY) so the least I could do is pick up her phone call!
Hopes for the day: I’m going to conquer the world! I’m going to cure world hunger! I’m going to call my old friend from middle school to say what’s up. I’m going to have the best poop of my life in about five seconds!
Feelings about personal attractiveness: I look and feel cracked out but I. DON’T. CARE.
My brain before I’ve had a cup of coffee
Emailing: Wait, can these stop? Seriously. Just stop. I can’t answer of all these.
When my mom calls: Dear God. I can’t run THAT marathon today. She’s going to ask me all of these questions that I don’t have the answers to and I’m just going to feel overwhelmed. I can’t. Please phone. Stop ringing. Every time you do, I feel just a little bit more like a churlish child.
Hopes for the day: I just hope I don’t die. Or fall asleep at work. Maybe if I’m feeling super ambitious, I’ll make it to the deli for some candy.
Feelings about personal attractiveness: CAN YOU BELIEVE PEOPLE HAVE SEX WITH ME SOMETIMES?
So I hate coffee. It makes me feel nauseous and need to poop and my breath stinks and sometimes I start twitching. New York City runs on uppers though so I needed to just bite the bullet and start my day with a cup of crack like everyone else. You know what’s super embarrassing though? Since I seriously despise the taste of it, I need to get coffee drinks that are loaded with chocolate and milk, which is obviously mortifying. Whenever I’m with a real coffee drinker, I have to whisper to the barista my order of an iced mocha or latte (with skim obvs) because I’m just so ashamed. Meanwhile, they wolf down their pure espresso drink like it’s a bag of beautiful dicks. I don’t get it. How does one actually enjoy the taste of it? And you know what’s even more mind-boggling? People who switch to decaf. WTF? Why? If you aren’t getting the crack then what’s the point? Drink a glass of water for god sakes!
Why? Well, simply because I feel like she’s the only one (besides my boyfriend) who doesn’t judge me on what I do or what decisions I make. She would tell me straight up how she feels about it and would leave me with the final decision. If I did something wrong, she’d knock some sense into me regardless of how harsh her words may seem. Sometimes she would just randomly ask me how my day is and tell me hers in return because she’s the type of friend who keeps a friendship going and knows exactly how important it is. She tells me what I should hear instead of what I want to hear. We can be talking about two totally opposite topics and still be serious and joyful at the same time.
Just finished watching American’s Next Top Model All Stars Cycle. I’m pretty shocked that Angelee was disqualified but then again, that was one less competition for Alison who is my favourite. But in the end, Alison still didn’t win. Uh well, Lisa does have a big personality and her Pot Ledom song is pretty damn catchy.
There will be a lot of days where I will sit there in silence and stare at you with a million thoughts running through my mind. There will be times when I want to punch you, and scream at you and even run away from you. I will occasionally get angry at every little thing you do, and blame it all on you. One day, things will build up to its greatest extent and I will probably crack under pressure.
But within all those bi-polar moods, I just want to say that I hope you’ll be there to catch me. I hope that you will be right there beside me, holding me, reassuring me that everything will be okay even if I’ve hurt you a million times before. I want you to tell me that I’m beautiful, that there will always be evil in this world, but at the same time there are also sunshine and daisies…
Plans for when I get my own place with someone I love
Wake up. Have sex. Make breakfast. Have sex. Go to work & wish I was home. Come home. Have a snack. Have sex. Watch tv. Get distracted by sex. Continue having sex. Take a shower. Have sex in the shower. Cook dinner. Have sex. Go to sleep.
Gilbert has these very distinct eyes which I find sexy. His lip’s curvature are perfect. And his nose is tall and very handsome looking.
He’s caring and very generous. He’s very funny and he always give me goose bumps. My heart always feel funny when I see him or about to see him. He loves cars. Even more than me sometimes. Sad but true.
I don’t trust. So I guess its true, I hide my feelings behind feelings that aren’t there- or are they. Trust someone to not hurt you? I’m not naive, I’ve been through it enough. Again and again. Sick and tired of that so I rather trust… A book or a paper and pen but not a person. Don’t underestimate or expect- if people are capable of playing games with themselves, what makes you think they can’t play games with you.
But I would be lying if I said “I don’t trust”. Truth be told, I do and when I do, I trust them a hell fucken lot. But does that ever work out right? Never. so when I say I “I don’t trust”, I only stray from trusting them a hell fucken lot.
Nicholas is this kid that used to go to my school. He has down syndrome and every time I walked pass him at school, I couldn’t help but smile. He always waved to everyone insight and had such a happy smile on all the time.
He didn’t seem to have any friends because he wasn’t “normal”. I always sympathise when I see him. He’s a lovely kid.
But anyway, this particular Jennifer is/was a friend of mine. Not sure what our friendship status is, but I guess she is my friend.
Jennifer is very loud. She has a bubbly personality. We’ve been friends since primary and she’s one of the few people in my life, well… few ‘friends’ in my life that I want to keep in touch with forever.
She’s short but that’s the thing that stands out with Jennifer. She talks quite a lot and her jokes are pretty funny most of the time. I enjoy hanging around Jennifer because we would always gossip and laugh.