i'm turning obese.
i know that eating ice cream twice in one weekend is asking for shamoo thighs, but for some reason i still do it, thinking i'll be the exception. help.
bruno. omg.
have you seen it?? it was actually pretty hilar overall, but so.uncomfortable. i was dying. all i can say is: be prepared. & don't even think about going to see this with your parents or anyone under the age of 18.
i love my family.
i love that we have family parties every weekend. i love that our house is never empty. & i love that margaux & i often stay up to the wee hours of the night watching disney movies.
i am so thankful for the freelancing opportunities that have been presenting themselves to me, but it hasn't made me any less anxious to land a real job.
never satisfied.
i've fallen into a bit of a rut.
i've fallen into much worse ruts than what i'm currently in, but i am nonetheless in one. it's one of those ruts where you find yourself being pretty antisocial, staying in a lot, & feeling a little more helpless than usual. i'm taking the necessary steps to haul my booty out.
i would like a boyfriend, please.
preferably a tall, dark, handsome, confident one with preppy skater style who loves me very much. :)
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