Okay. Bear with me. I haven’t done one of these questionnaire things since myspace was cool, and I just felt like doing this one for some reason. I stole it from some dumb bitch on Facebook, but if you’re actually interested in what sarcastic answers I provide, you may look. Otherwise, skip over this, and continue about your day.
Reblogging cause I’m so sassy and made myself laugh.
Today was promptly amazing at first. A big crush of mine who happens to be a semi-celebrity replied to me AND then proceeded to like one of my photos. And then I got out of going to my family’s awkward Easter party they have every year. It’s always filled with relatives who’s names I have always forgotten. But then I get to the evening and friends start to annoy me, my music randomly shuts off thanks to my little brother messing with the wifi, and then, as if it couldn’t possibly be more planned, YOU texted me. Why. Just why. I mean, I want to be friends, because I’ll take you anyway I can get you, but pestering me about things I specifically promised to you I wouldn’t so our friendship could survive, why do that? It just makes me freak out and want to be cut off from reality for a good amount of time. You’re just too much. And I’ll miss you terribly when you’re finally gone, but I’ll also be so relieved to be free from the chance of falling for you harder like I do all the time now.
All I wanted to do was show you my world and the important workings of what revolves it. But you blew it. Standing up and calling someone defending my rights “shit” will not fly with me. I expect an apology. Because otherwise, I don’t know if I’ll look at you the same ever again.
I just happen to watch the reading of the play that sprung out of the Proposition 8 court cases. It was just amazing. All of the actors were phenomenal. I loved it. I only hope the government realizes there’s still people who need their support to get their own basic rights.
Mr. Kutcher has a really nice ass, and if you would like to see this really nice ass, I suggest watching the movie No Strings Attached. Fast forward about twenty minutes in. And play. Then replay. Then replayyyy. Then REPLAY.
Fuck you for flirting today, however briefly. You know you already broke my heart (twice in a fucking month, I might add), and you decided to pull your shit today again? I want to hate you. But I love you. So it doesn’t work out.
Right now I am the most tired I have probably ever been. I’m physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. I just want to sleep.
Okay. So there’s this guy. And he’s gay too. And he’s showed severe interest in me. But he’s too damn scared of commitment to do anything remotely relationship-ish. He drives me nuts. And I just want to scream at him about how I would try my damn best to make him happy. I mean the other night I dreamed of us just fucking cuddling. It’s making me crazy. I’ve already confirmed that he will never go for a relationship, no matter the amount of interest, so it’s basically a done deal. But I’m already in love with him. So it still fucking sucks.