When I grow up

When I grow up, I want to be European.

Hair on my back, speedo, trendy shoes that are TOO trendy.


Muh-fuckin European.

Have you ever noticed?

Have you ever noticed how much more you notice the love songs after you go through a break up?






I hate that.


On a side note, I'm in a really good place with that. Really.

Fine...

I won't ever feel good enough at anything to be happy.

Ever.






There, I said it.

What the fuck is this?

This is my first blog.

It is 9:55am.
I am recounting last night's adventures.

Life is getting better.

I have to start getting ready for work soon.
I need to eat breakfast.

I need to find inspiration.

So I'm going to plan a trip to Greece.
Right after Mardi Gras

I miss you less than I thought.