For the fourth damn time.
Smart texting is dumb. I want to just type the word how I damn well please.
For the fourth damn time.
Smart texting is dumb. I want to just type the word how I damn well please.
Iloveyouuuuu.
(via donnyspeaks)
I don’t need to be gorgeous. Or a size 2. But I would like to be able to look at myself and think I look nice. Like someone else can look at me and see the same.
I often wonder what people see when they think I’m pretty. Because I don’t see it. Which is why I have such a hard time listening to them.
I respect anyone who loves themselves 100%. Because I wish I could.
And if either of the spanish ladies I work with give me shit tomorrow I will put them back in their place. They are my equals at work. Not my boss or superior. I do the same damn job they do. I don’t care if they’re older than me.
Trying to get me and my co-worker in trouble. Fuck that. You’re just jealous petty women.
I fucking hate work.
I’m going to love the $500 or so in my paycheck however.