today i met a total babe and fell in and out of love in the span of 20 minutes. why is it always something?
i’m still not over beach house.
i hate that i genuinely love the name shia and even in light of recent events, still might maybe possibly name by firstborn that, perhaps.
i am totally butt-in-love with my new city, job, and apartment and i actually don’t feel ONE BIT BAD ABOUT IT THANKS. it doesn’t make me uppity, it just makes me content. sorry for partying!
i can’t really look at rihanna anymore. she’s starting to make me ill. i think it’s the red wigs. but on the other hand…
i think it’s really fucking weird that chris brown is still garnering praise and winning awards. i didn’t get the memo that said we were just supposed to erase the whole ‘beating the shit out of his girlfriend’ thing from our memories. someone cc me and resend that one!
i went to my like 5th or 6th annual britney spears concert a couple weeks ago, and i can’t stop thinking about how much fun i had, how great i felt dancing around to songs from 1999, and how much new life i feel breathed into me. i feel young and fun and amazing. on that note…
i’m starting to think that maybe i should throw in the towel and just get a life alert necklace. cuz beb, one day i’m gonna fall and not be able to get up, and nobody will be here to catch me. (note to self: ask papa how much his life alert costs).
kate moss just got married and she’s been engaged like 300 times, so there’s gotta be hope for the rest of us, right?
i was 20 times cuter with long hair and i hate that it’s taking my hair so long to grow out. 'i will not get extensions, i will not get extensions… '
why is it that spending time with someone makes you miss them even more? life is so back-asswards. and even more…
why is it that people i love or grow close to go away, or i love and grow close to people and leave?
i think i’m finally able to distinguish drake from jimmy brooks. it took a while, but i think i’m finally there.