I love when strangers believe in me. It's the most comforting thing.
I wish I could wear the most outrageous fashions, like the ugly shit you see on droop. Not saying I couldn't pull it off but a part of me couldn't walk into a thrift store and buy a pair of JNCO jeans and actually fucking wear them. I do fucks with mom jeans heavy.
I've been reading a lot of chef biographies and cookbooks lately. Like I made my own chicken broth yesterday and made my rice taste 100 times better. I'm so proud of myself. (Nose to Tail Eating is the best cookbook I've read so far)
Why can't a person read a god damn book without it having to do with school. It says a lot about people and it's truly unarousing.
I'm going to meet the guy I'm dating friends tomorrow. I'm super nervous about it. My mind is fucking racing. I'm going to need a shot beforehand.
Believe or not I'm a fairly private person. Not many people read this blog so ya know? It's weird though I'm dating one of my coworkers and everyone knows. It's kinda of uncomfortable.
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