Damn #interesting

Then woke my boyfriend up by smacking him on the chest to tell him I was mad at him because I dreamt that he was talking to an 18 year old Sudanese girl… he’s still teasing me about it -__-
Dreams are fuckin’ weird, man.
Haven’t seen my boyfrand in 10 days. Feels like first date jitters all over again, but with excited butterflies, not nervous ones!
Happy happy joy joy :)
Hate this new freelance gig I’m working on. I am not cut out to be an editor. Good thing I figured it out early. 12 hour days plus the 5 hour part time job I already work makes for a horrible week. Send me hugs please.
Got the keys to my new place. The room is small but I don’t need much, and my housemates are super nice.
The word boyfriend still feels weird on my tongue.
TMI — getting my first Brazilian wax tomorrow. I’m going to take some Percocet beforehand.
I’m exhausted. My eyelids are closing as I type. I’m too scared to keep typing so I’ll just leave now. Gnight byeeeeee
And why do guys suck at communicating? I can’t drive out to meet you at your place every single time you want to have a conversation. Learn how to text, dammit!! I often feel like I’m in a one-sided relationship here. Asking myself if it’s all worth it. Why am I trying?
You would have loved me then
in the untamed days
in my purple hair and elephant bells
afraid of my own breasts
and little else.
Our first date
lifting a flat blue bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 from the corner store
in the enormous back pocket of your skater jeans
and drinking it under a cloud of…
I love this so much.
If you EVER are in need of apple juice, fruit, or ginger ale just ask my grandma to open up her gangsta ass fridge.