“i’m really good at deleting numbers of guys out of my phone.”—
i don’t ever actually save them as a contact. because i never like to think of them as anything other than temporary. i’m not one of those girls that likes to keep that nonsense around. i never like to feel like i’ve put any stake in it. it’s better to be cold about those sorts of things. so. it’s pretty confusing when one of them tries to re-message you after a bit. because. you have zero idea who that number now belongs to.
so. you ignore it. even if it was a somebody. it’s easier to remember them as a nobody.
And all I’ve really learned is that- I’m a face to face person. But. If you want to fuck. There’s plenty and plenty and loads and loads and unlimited amount of guys that will hit you up in less than a second just to demolish you.
I’m pretty sure that unlike girls- guys don’t really have any real standard. So that being said. Flip your hair. And. Wrap. It. Up.
“Some guys don’t get me. they think I’m wild.
Some guys. I meet once. And we’ve decided to Miami in October.”—Who makes friends this way? Apparently me. All or nothing.
I guess I should start dieting right now.
“That awkward moment when you make an empirically funny comment in your small office and nobody laughs.”—Yea. I see. So. I’m gonna have to find friends elsewhere. Where is that hot murse I just saw? Maybe he will love me.
“Thanks man who ran across the White House lawn… Into the doors?!?”—You’ve shattered the life-long notion I’ve had that Snipers sat on the roof of White House 24/7.
(But this is in all seriousness really quite the embarrassment for the the White House. we need a lot more snipers.)
“Maybe I shouldn’t have high beamed, revved up my car at or talked overtly loud enough so that woman driving like a moron in the hospital garage would hear me.”—"What are you doing? You don’t need to turn on the signal- it’s a one-way garage- that’s the only way to you can go. There are no spots here - stop driving 3 mph and go to the next floor-"
“Omg. I’m watching a PowerPoint about EMR coding.”—Omg I am dying. Help. I have been bored into tindering. Save me. Is Tinder a word in the dictionary? It should be. Save me. Now. I have a headddAaccxhhhheee.
did you happen to see that video where he… stops the concert to CONFIRM that those two fans were indeed handicapped and couldn’t stand? and the crowd.. boos the handicapped ppl for not standing?
like.. let’s be honest, how does anyone tolerate themselves for PAYING MONEY to support a thing like Kanye.. i mean, sure the guy donates to charity… but doesn’t really negate the fact that he’s kind of an awful human..
i like his music. but when it plays, i can’t get over the fact that thing Kanye is singing it. so. i change the song.