i just got back from dq.
BAM! SNACKS ON SNACKS.
i don't know what to make of this boy sitch.
he seems like such a "nice guy" - almost too nice for my style. but then he pulls these a-hole moves like not calling all week, then apologizing when he does finally call & making quasi-plans for the next night only to completely ignore my casual "what are you doing?" text! ew.
i'm too judgemental.
i am far from perfect. i know i have no right. & yet, i make assumptions about people immediately upon meeting or even seeing them. it's kind of awful.. i'm trying to cut down.
i realize it isn't helping my case, but this is sick. isn't it though?
i could maybe possibly be slightly bipolar.
i've never been the kind of person who goes from complete happiness to "the mean reds" as holly golightly puts it, but as of late, i've found myself doing exactly that. ughhhh, it's awful.
rough patch or psychotic headcase??? i hope it's the former.
i want to live in the barbie mansion.
not a barbie mansion. the barbie mansion. in malibu.
i'm watching this movie right now.