Just a stream of consciousness for lack of any real post of any kind…
Ever since Ortho Doc told me I’d be getting my braces off in a few weeks, I’ve been
even more obsessed with my teeth. I’m constantly checking my teeth in the mirror. I brush them all the time. And I TALK about them ALL.THE.TIME. Surely everyone I know thinks I’m a lunatic. Take for instance this whiny diatribe convo that I had with The Notorious B.O.B….
Me: Baby something is up with my gums.
B.O.B.: What do you mean mama?
Me: Like, (insert long ass incoherent explanation here) I guess I’m just paranoid or something.
B.O.B.: (not wanting to state the obvious) *blink*
*sigh* I want them OFF.
I love Britney Spears’ latest album. You can start judging me now. Fuck you in advance.
I’ve decided on my next tattoo. “Dios conmigo y yo con El” across my back like where my bra strap goes. And then my sunflower on my hip for Joy. And then I’m (probably) done with tattoos (maybe).
Am I the only person for whom discussing salary expectations is REALLY uncomfortable?
When you have random discussions about personal lubrication preferences with your co-workers, you are far too comfortable.
Also, I should really stop calling people all kinds of offensive, inflammatory shit.
And wasn’t I supposed to stop fucking cursing.
Wow. I knew it was bad. But not that bad. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with it anymore but I’m sorry you have to deal with it at all.
Honey ate my breakfast this morning. I am STARVING. lol
Burberry The Beat is what’s been missing from my life. It’s the new summer scent.
Speaking of summer, WHY on EARTH am I getting so hot in the ass?!
Sometimes I hardly recognize myself in how far I’ve come.
When I say something about me, it’s not a lead in to a convo about you. I don’t care how relevant your story. Pass it on.
Omg please someone find me a sexy pair of black strappy sandals so I can stop bitching about it.
I need cable. Yesterday. But since I don’t have it…
Please someone tell me they’re obsessed with Deal or no Deal like I am.
I need to do something with my hair. No scissors involved. Maybe summer highlights? Discuss.
Dear Mrs. Aguilerra–Bateman, I respectfully request you stay off my damn shuffle on my ipod when I’m at the gym. “Fighter” will make me kill myself. You too Kanye.
Run Fatgirl Run
That’s all for now. Anybody wanna interview me? Elsewise you might never get a real post, lol. Have at it in the comments!