I’ve noticed that people have been shortening ‘ditto’ to ‘dido’.

Really? Fucking really? It takes that much effort to type that one extra letter?

Jesus people.

Fucking hell shut the fuck up you don’t need to lose weight. Just stop trying so fucking hard to get attention, no one likes you.

I don’t even understand me anymore.

I miss the old you. We used to talk, but hey, I suppose people move on, right?　

Jesus Christ how can I make it more obvious that I don’t like you

While I’m on this pissy drugged-on-decongestant-out-of-my-mind mood, I believe that Gary has a boyfriend (or girlfriend? I don’t know with that son of a bitch.), and it pisses me off. Not in the fact that I’m upset, because I really think that I hate him, but in the fact that… well… it just pisses me off, really. I don’t even know why. I think it’s because I have to see it all over my facebook. He’s one of those annoying people who posts happy song lyrics all the time now.

Also, time has not done him well.

I, on the other hand, am absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Dear God, I didn’t think that it was possible to sneeze as hard as I am right now. It feels like someone is stabbing me in my lungs.

I used to feel like I could use Tumblr as my online diary, but I think I got… too big. Cared about followers too much. I may start over. Keep this blog up and running, but just… make a hybrid personal-low key blog for myself and a few people. Who knows what tomorrow holds.

Just once I’d like to see a person in a commercial that isn’t absolutely stunning.

Oh, you had bad acne for 6 years? Tell me that as every woman is fawning over you.