These things I cannot say.

Oh cute news editor! The only reason I did a piece this week is because I think you are so very cute, and I cannot say no to you! I am so professional.

College boys, you are all idiots. (Offence up for grabs!)

My aim by the end of this year is to offend all my hallmates by making them privy to my waste disposal habits, in all its glorious forms. :D

Runway models, Cadillacs and liquor bottles.

I need a Brazilian wax more than I need anything else in the world right now. Just saying.

I just walked through a couple. Yes, through. You know how when two people are holding hands and you walk past and they somehow have to part ways to accommodate your fat, single body coming in between them? Yeah I just had that. I can never understand how feeling warm and fuzzy inside knowing that one guy cares for you and loves you can ever beat the thrill of fucking and leaving. And so I'm not even gonna try.

Between myself, and myself, I think I'm overachieving a little lesser now. I'm learning to say no to things, hence why I actually finished my work for the day at a whopping 11.23pm, and I have all this time to just fuck around. And it took steps as simple as: not trying to fit something to do into every little space of time I have, leave a meeting when I have to, not when I want to (which is usually like two hours after the meeting is over), not voting for myself even though I'm in the running, recognizing that I can't even meet the extremely minimal time commitment of this community service club, subsequently dropping it ... and I feel so much better.

On the other hand, again let's keep this between us (me and me), I am having the most serious case of resume-itis ever. No further descriptions needed. Takes one to know one. I'll give you a hint: "But children don't look good on my resume..." Hahahahahhahaha I'm going to hell.


"damn why he never brings her out wan ive bumped into him so many times WITHOUT HER it's so annoying. 

then i realise, you never bring your sex toy out in public." - Awesome person

The Vagina Monologues.

Hmm.

Okay bye.