19 2 / 2014
When I’m trying to be nice about someone’s favorite book when I think it’s the dumbest book of all time
18 2 / 2014
And she’s abso-fucking-lutely adorable on the phone:
15 2 / 2014
Of all days, I roll my car into someone on Valentine’s Day. I felt like such an asshole. It’s okay, though — everyone’s fine. I’m okay, and the other guy’s okay. Or at least that’s what he told me. I was stuck in bumper-to-bumper Friday afternoon traffic for almost an hour (with an hour drive left to go) and somehow blinked/dozed off for like, two seconds too long. By the time I tried to brake, I already hit him. I’m usually a really safe driver, so I was super disappointed in myself.
At the time, I was just thinking to myself that it was time to exit the freeway and grab some coffee. Literally bumped into the guy a minute later. I wasn’t going too fast since my foot was on the brake the entire time I was in traffic… but still, I fucked up his bumper because I have an SUV and he had this old Toyota.
I already called my insurance and admitted fault, so now it’s just going through the process of fixing my car. So sad. I just bought my car brand new a few months ago.
On the bright side, my fiancé gave me Valentine’s Day/”Cheer up, accidents happen” flowers after he got home from work. What a doll.
13 2 / 2014
THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BRAG ABOUT.
13 2 / 2014
Me to my boss when she asks me if I’ve heard anything yet:
03 2 / 2014
stop romanticizing the idea of becoming so dependent on another human being that you cannot function adequately without their presence goodbye
My mantra: I DON’T NEED A MAN!
02 2 / 2014
He said something that really pissed me off awhile back, and I guess I tried my hardest to pretend his words didn’t bother me for the sake of being friends. We’ve gotten into a lot of arguments recently, and I realize that a lot of my anger and frustration stems from him telling me that he didn’t think I had a “real” career and that a woman should make as much money as a man, if not more, to be of value. My fiance personally doesn’t hold that belief, so I really didn’t give a shit at the time. Like, who cares if he doesn’t respect my job? I’m not dating him.
But then it hit me: I shouldn’t give special treatment to someone who believes women have to make substantial money to be successful. Recently, he’s been dating someone from work, who makes, I’m sure, a similar amount of money as he does, and he’s head over heels for this person; it kind of disgusts me. I once asked him what he liked about her and he couldn’t name one thing, explaining, “I barely know her.” *rolls eyes*
I realized I probably should end this best friendship for the time being because it’s likely healthier for all people involved. He stresses me out because I know no matter how nice he may be to my face, deep down, he may be thinking I’m a worthless “starving artist.” And ain’t nobody got time for that.
23 1 / 2014
This is the third time this guy has sent us a 14-page letter in the mail. He swears we should reconsider because publishing him will be “of great benefit to God.”