i’m too self centered to be worried about other people’s business. i’ll pretend to listen while you talk, and nod in the appropriate moments, but i could really give two fucks about what you’re talking about if it doesn’t have to do directly with me.
i suck at relationships. i rarely get past the getting to know you stage. i don’t like texting, i don’t really like other people, i’m not good at holding conversations, due to point A, and mostly, i just don’t like them.
i am so sick of fat people telling me i’ve gained weight. bitch, how about you hop on a scale before you worry about me.
anyone chronicling my semester struggles can understand how happy i am at the conclusion of it.
my parents bought my phonograph for christmas, and my daddy let me have so many of his awesome records. i am so excited. i have prince, anita, luther, and even stuff like da brat’s funkdafied, and swv, i’m so into you on vinyl. and the original soundtrack of sparkle & dreamgirls. i can’t wait to play them.
