Keep the Change

A note

A little bit about me: I don’t currently own (nor think I ever will) an undershirt that has actually stayed white; They are all a form of  gray. I make horrible decisions in the people I like. I am a bad driver (I have exactly 3 dents, and a scrape to prove it). I don’t like to have people over to my house, because it is always messy. My dishwasher is currently not working, and I haven’t gotten it fixed…….BECAUSE I NEVER EAT AT MY HOUSE. I don’t own Tory Burch flats. I don’t own a Louis Vuitton purse. I try to read the Bible at night, but sometimes…I just don’t. I try to pray every night, but sometimes…I forget. I love reading. I liked the friggin’ Twilight series. I go places, and I have fur from my dog all over me, and I act like I just noticed when I see people, but I knew it was there the whole time…I just didn’t care. I don’t take my contacts out at night. I get scared when a boy really likes me, and, sometimes, stop liking him for that very reason. I like assholes. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’m lying - I have ideas, but they all seem too far-fetched. I probably only spend like 4 hours a day working. I believe that dry cleaning just means that you can go without actually getting it cleaned for longer. I’m cheap. I know when people have had crushes on me even though I pretend like I had no clue. I have bad legs. I don’t know how to accesorize, and, therefore, only really own two pairs of earrings. I lose earrings. I’ve worn the same purse for years, andddd you can tell. I worry that I am getting wrinkles. I worry that I’m getting older, and I haven’t done the things I wanted to do at this point. My kidneys suck, and I might not be able to have kids. I hate that, but I don’t really tell anyone. I cuddle with my dog an inordinate amount. I sing in the shower. I make up songs: not just the words, but also the tune - they are awful, but I know that I can at least hit the notes when I’m in charge of where it’s going to go next. I’ve hurt people. I’ve said mean things about people. I want to be a better person.

Things about this blog: It’s all me, and I’m not going to change one damn thing.

Update on C

So Chadler came over this afternoon, and…I don’t think I’m the only one who sees that there’s nothing there, but I think I might be.

However, I think his crush is on my dog, and not me.

Just got back from

My own, personal hell……The county courthouse.

I got an f-ing inspection sticker ticket (I hadn’t had my inspections…whatever.)

The courthouse holds everything in it that I hate: thugs, gangsters, Ed Hardy t-shirt wearers, Foreigners with too much cologne, people with B.O., bitchy Security-guard level policewomen, dark lighting, and last, but certainly not least - douchey traffic lawyers.

Ugh.