I just remembered I had pizza rolls at home.
well its been a minute since I’ve posted anything that isn’t a reblog. here’s a random post-
work - I love it. Family law has more drama than an episode of Revenge or Scandal.
watching - revenge. now its over and i feel so lost. I need a new show!
drinking - champagne has been replaced by bourbon. old fashioned (edit) to be exact.
love life - nonexistent. this week I was visited by the ghosts of exes past. four total. you all need to stop trolling. do not want.
new favorite saying - i’m so tired.
so boring. hence why I don’t blog anymore. if you still follow me, God bless you. back to reblogging.
— Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via kitty-en-classe)
I’m about to set women back and I’m apologizing in advance. Here it goes -
Last night I went on a date. I was bored, he was cute, and I was promised pizza and beer. Nothing fancy, simple. All was well until the check came, and this guy straight up asked me “how are we going to do this?”
How are we going to do this? Well you’re going to pull out your wallet, place your card in the check presenter, and pay. I’m sorry, perhaps I’ve been lucky in the sense where I’ve dated extremely generous guys in the past but WHO DOES THAT? I’ve never. It was pizza and beer, not STK.
Things with the new guy fizzled out just as fast as they started. He left last Friday for a 17 day trip back home to Wisconsin. Last night he tells me he’s interviewing for a job in Wisconsin. Uh, couldn’t you have mentioned this when I last saw you? Cue the crying to my girl friends and mom at 11pm last night. Not for him, but for me. I’m just fucking tired of dating.