Pimp.

I don’t really want to post anything… I have nothing interesting to say. Minus the part where two of my favorite people did the weirdest thing ever today- but anything for science. Anyways, these past few weeks have been pretty, pretty, pretty…eventful. (Larry David, anyone?) 

For starters living the young and reckless lifestyle that I have been living has gotten me in a sticky situation. Granted, I’m glad that at least I have someone who is always there for me to take care of me and support me at any given moment- no matter how grumpy/depressed/mad/sad I get or how late it is. *Also, stealing all those decorative posters in dorms and around the metropolitan Tucson/Phoenix area has gotten way out of hand… but we’re “trend setters” we can’t stop now. 

Secondly, this past weekend made me realize that some people just suck, and others (no matter how awkward it is) rise to the occasion and always have your back. Oh yeah, and I still stand by my, “boys are stupid” quote. It’s true, but hey, I still love you fellows… only the cute ones though.

Next thing on the list: IMMATURITY. 
remember this line? “I know college is about finding yourself, but if this is the person you are going to be then I’m glad we’re not together anymore.”
I will not say who said this to me, because I would not want this “unknown” person to think I’m “putting him on blast” by mentioning his name… and the truth. 
But the same things he said my awesome buds and I were immature for are the same things he’s doing now. It only bothers me because he’s a hypocrite? But hey at least I finally don’t hate his guts anymore. The important thing is that he’s mature enough to realize he wants to be a less-cuter-version of a pretty cute guy. Okay, THAT was a shot at him. Sorry, couldn’t help myself. :) *also, please don’t text me. 

Lastly, I hate the bitches (nothing personal, you guys just… suck) ((see what I did there… it’s a sexual innuendo; this is the part where Joao would say in-your-end-doe)), and enjoyed work on Sunday (even if it meant still having crazy glue on my hands).

my work boyfriend and i had a blast. so much that it allegedly turned into flirty fun? who knows, but it was pretty darn awesome. 

Chris, I know it’s not called “tumbrling” but I tumblred just for you. Enjoy. You’re welcome.