GIRL, YOU LION

i had an appointment with my therapist on friday and made an appointment for next time (“mondays are good”) and thought she made it for next monday (next monday being the next monday, not THREE DAYS after the last appointment) except she made it for tomorrow and i have work tomorrow so now i’m pissed because i already fucking canceled her once when i was sick (“i don’t know if i mentioned this… but i usually ask for 72 hours notice and charge for missed visits, but since sickness is hard to predict…”) and she didn’t end up charging me so now i have like, no more lives? but really why the fuck would you make it for three fucking days after the last one

really

so i’m going to blame it on the hurricane

my windows leaked a little and i’m going to say they leaked a lot because who fucking does that

macaroni and cheese should only be made with macaroni

not spaghetti

not fusilli

not rotini

fucking macaroni

god damnit

drinkyourjuice:

• masturbating
• watching Netflix Instant
• blogging photos of their “hurricane supplies”
• eating the food they bought in case the power goes out on Sunday
• trying to think if they know anyone within walking distance that they like enough to invite over
• Tweeting photos of the most boarded up looking small businesses with the hopes of CNN noticing
• getting wasted
• fielding calls from concerned suburban people
• masturbating again
• brainstorming songs for their Hurricane2k11 playlist

on point

it’s disconcerting that i joked to my mom about filling the bathtub with water and she asked what could we line it with

whatever, irene. whatever.

so guys i’m either pregnant or allergic to dairy and this upsets me very, very much

i am so disappointed i don’t think i want to talk about it anymore