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I'm a systematically disappointing spin-off of the best friend you'll ever have and the worst enemy you'll ever make. I hate the third month of the year, I love Betty White, I fear old age, I'm a decent writer, an okay pianist, a terrible jack-in-the-box of puns and tear jerking one liners, and I can't dance.
I make every error of human reasoning, I don't break promises, I'm not a solipsist, I can't waste time, I'm a hypocrite, & a flirtatious cornucopia of cliche causes and ironic effects. My heart and my head are the same like in shrimp, and I'm begging just begging to get my heart broken by the next Byronic hero that walks by.
Give me a polar bear, and I'll give you my soul-which is nothing but a blissful reminder of why you miss childhood, and a spinning vortex of stinging insecurities and paralyzing self-doubt.
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Things I’ve gotten into the habit of doing lately, and not realizing until now:
1.Working too much. Ask me whats going on at school. I wouldnt know. Ask me what’s new at Victoria’s Secret. Well, since you asked, we just launched a new very sexy balconet, with a matching garter slip. It comes in black and red, black and white, and black and green. We are now launching holiday colours, and all of the bras in the store have new designs.
2. Buying too much at work. Last night, I made up a random purchase in 3 minutes so I could spend $65 in order to get a free bag that I don’t even like.
3. Wearing stockings. They get ruined fucking ANYWAY.
4. Relying on men to make me happy. That’s the only other thing I think about. Other than work.
5. Eating McDonalds. Not even because I want to. But because it’s like…I dont have time to grocery shop because everything closes so early. So it’s all I pretty much have. Except for those three days in a row last week I ate Taco Bell.
6. Eating late at night. No time during the day.
7. Accepting failure. I don’t have time to succeed.
8. Not talking to my dad. I don’t think it’s the fact that he’s a car salesman. I think its because he’s a car salesman in Texas.
9. Being risque. If you pronounce it another way, it could also be “risky”.
10. Getting fatter and crying more.
11. Listening to Young the Giant and Flyleaf. Half of this, I am proud of.
12. Singing “Someone Like You” in the mirror and making myself cry on command.
13. Not writing. Not reading. Just…going through the motions.
14. Confusing the hell out myself and others.
15. Being in the worst back pain ever because I can’t find comfortable shoes that I like the looks of.
16. Saying “cool beans” and then apologizing for it after. As I should.
17. Taking all of my relationships too seriously and over analyzing them once again.
18. Sleeping without sheets.
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