i know people don't do the things that annoy me for the sake of annoying me, and i shouldn't take these things personally, but every little thing has been getting on my nerves, setting fire to the ugly monster inside me (how dramatic). i'm pretty sure i'm pms-ing, it's about that time aunt flo comes into town (how pleasant). and i'm not doing anything to alleviate the situation really, i'm just sitting in my misery, stewing in my bitterness (how productive). i wish i was rich enough to fly off to europe or somewhere every once in awhile, to take a break from my life, to clear my head and get drunk and be merry with complete strangers (cute and stylish strangers).
i am seriously a trust fund baby trapped in the body of me. i have lavish tastes, i am an expert at wasting my money on trivial things like clothing, i think i deserve all the money in the world without working for it, etc. etc. someone hurry up and find that will that left me $99,000,000,000 dollars somewhere. maybe i should make "gold diggery" my new career objective. just joshin', i'm not that desperate! not yet anyways :P
oops, you're fucked :)
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