Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that I’m becoming an alcoholic. It’s not that I enjoy being drunk, because it’s bittersweet for me; it’s the fact that when I take a shot or two, I’m social. Like, I can be an attention whore, and actually hold a thought-provoking, decent, conversation. Like I said … More I’m Pretty Sure I Got the Job.
Well, I started my morning by hearing our neighbor yell at her two pitbulls, who she was letting shit on our lawn, without leashes. Meanwhile, I was sitting in bed, half-awake, watching these two fucking pitbulls meander around the fucking neighborhood in disbelief. Why are people so fucking stupid? I get that not all … More I’m Going to Drink Vodka Before My Interview, Because I’m a Social Retard.
Good day, people of the world. I’m back at my kitchen table, ready to spill more intricate details of my life to strangers on the internet. But, luckily for you, you’re not a stranger to me. My followers are my friends, I love you all dearly, and I’m grateful for every each and one … More I’m Not Sad Anymore, Another Job Interview, Disney & The Struggle of Moving Out.