Just a really nice mean girl with a bunch of nothing to say...I'm the root of all that's evil, but you can call me Cookie.
My project being a success actually felt really good because I am technically not very creative and I am a really matchy match person.. so it took a lot out of me to add that splash of color with that one single dark red pillow. My living space is decorated ( and I use the term decorated as loosely as a bedazzled vagina) in perpetual Fall tone.. its cozy to me.
We are watching American Ninja Warrior and I am so confused because I was hoping it was Wipeout. Its not. And all of these dudes are totally hairless.. I am judging.. yeah.. sorry. But its not sexy, at all… and being as female athletes are objectified for how they look instead of their actual athletic ability, it seems only fair. Hairless cats.. NO!
If a man’s penis isn’t nested in some fluffy pubic hair and a happy trail, it would be like a baby bird. Sads.
I have worked out so hard and eaten so differently that my period has altered its schedule..which totally explains the crying in general, the crying because of my headache, the crying about a zit, the exhaustion crying, the happy crying after the first sip of my first pumpkin spice frap, and crying because I couldn’t eat Doritos.. also my ability to eat all of those nachos last night like the fatty I shall always be.
I walked in on my husband watching one of those hobbit movies. On Tumblr that’s a cool thing.. in real life, now I remember that he never went to prom. He probably was also looking at boobs on his Tumblr app, so it evens out.
I have to be up at 4am…so I should probably go to bed now. But I won’t because then I can’t bitch about how tired I am tomorrow morning.
…I would TOTALLY take all the nude pics of me! All of them.
And whenever I was having a low self-esteem day, I would go back and look at them on my private drive and be like, “Dayum, I have it going on. Bitches better recognize.”
I would totally save that shit.