When I come out of the handicap stall in the restroom to find a woman in a wheel chair waiting. True story.
This will be mine one day.
(Source: imgfave, via alifeofbeautyandgrace-deactivat)
My strange side is more like 3/4.
Every day that I spend surrounded by teenage girls who have no respect for themselves or anyone around them is a day that I am terrified:
A. To have any more children on the offchance I have a girl who turns out to be a brainless harlot no matter how well I raise her.
B. For the day that my son brings home one of those brainless harlots and tells me she’s his girlfriend. I just know I’m going to embarass the crap out of him because the first stupid thing she says I’ll be like
all the time.
Yup, I get most of my education paid for by financial aid. But I’ve also worked my ass off to get and keep a 4.0. Which means that by the time I’m your age I’m going to be a nurse or maybe even a doctor, helping people and significantly contributing to society, not getting government bailouts to save me from losing my house (and then using the extra money to go to disneyland). So why are you really mad? Because I know what I want to do with my life & I’m just a few short years from reaching my goals? Because I’m going through the same struggles you went through and handling them better? Or maybe you just wanted to see me fail. I really don’t know.
I have a weird celeb crush on T.I., especially his new ghetto-preppy-nerd persona.
I never understood why women pay thousands of dollars for a wedding dress, especially when you only get to wear it once. When I get married, I’m pulling a Carrie Bradshaw and buying a pretty little off-the-rack vintage dress, and spending the crazy money on a killer pair of heels.
You fucking go, Adele. If I could sing like you I wouldn’t give a shit what I looked like either.