1. 12
    Mar

    beer pong

    i somehow had so many great poetic(ish) thoughts while watching those balls bounce from cup to cup. now, the smell of my cat’s farts is all i can think about. that, and jimmy kimmel is on. how do people get to be the hosts of television shows? late night or not? don’t get me wrong, i love me some fucking ellen degeneres, but seriously? i’m funny. i’m cute. i don’t have a tv show! for the most part, no one even knows who i am.

    fuck.

    blogging is hard. there are so many things i start to type but then erase. why am i ashamed? i tell people the details of my bowel movements? maybe that’s just me faking that i’m happy with who i am.

    no. i am happy. i love lindsey jo brewer. i love (almost) everything she’s decided to do with herself. why did i have to stay almost? is anyone even absolutely comfortable with who they are? or do we just find someone that loves it so that we feel okay with it? do we search for the things we can never be in a life partner? are soulmates just puzzle pieces? puzzle pieces that shouldn’t fit together because they are from different corners of life but that happen to have what the other needs?

    i need sleep i’m pretty sure.

    sleep and snuggle time with my kitty.

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