Still Me

im going to a Korean festival

im cold...sitting here in my world of Warcraft judgement armor robe contemplating if tea would be acceptable

ive always been a clumsy person...and I’ve had multiple injuries from the neck up as a child...I was bit by my dog under my left eye, the force of the impact shattered my eye socket, so under the age of 10 I had to have plastic surgery to repair it. I once clotheslined myself not looking where I was running, had this huge bruise...looked like someone tried to hang me. Aaaaaand in fourth/fifth grade I was at my grandmas house playing basket ball and she had a gravel driveway. Well right next to the driveway was this wooden swing set...well I went for a rebound tripped and stumbled on the gravel and bashed my face in the corner of one of the wooden support beams for the swing set...broke my two front perminant teeth...now I have a bridge...yup...my front teeth are fake...fuck it...I don’t care about keeping that secret anymore...

emotions are for the weak...

i prefer this

oh the irony.....

what is it october?...I had just moved to Texas and I was job hunting

na..coffee....but yeah ginache is some dense shit...but oh yeah I love some vanilla cake with fresh lemon curd...so so good

oh I see...yeah LB doesn’t like chocolate cake (even tho I have this slammin recipe that’s been a fam secret for 5 generations)...but I’m with you in the frosting boat...I’m really picky...I only like whip now...no bullshit when you go to culinary school the things you love you start to hate...a whole month of making cakes, frostings, gum paste, marzipan, and sugar sculptures will destroy you...

yay looks good...is that two cakes? Next time you should cut each cake in half and make it look like 4 layers...that way you don’t have so much dry cake in the middle...it makes the frosting spread out and add a bit more of it’s deliciousness....I haven’t made layered cake since I got out of culinary school...I should really start again

id have to contact nasa so that I could barrow a satellite to take a picture of the full magnitude of my dick

i need new ones...I don’t think I’ve had my eyes checked in 6 years...the brand I’m still wearing is vogue

it’s been futa fuckin week

more like bootyful....amirite?.....

how can you renovate when you ain’t got no joobe.......you quit a lot of jobs bro...

no...but she’s a doormat...so come....come and wipe your feet on the lowly scumbag bitch

and my life is shit.....ok you win...boobs....AWAAAAAY

yeah well I haven’t sugar coated anything I’ve done...so what’s her side? An abusive fucking cunt of a boyfriend...oh well I don’t care...I’ve lived this shit for far too long...I’ve had anxiety for days...I haven’t been sleeping well....no one this fucking shitty should affect me like that...the only soothing thought that helps me is that even though people may associate me with my mother...I am not like her...I have a fucking backbone....she’s nothing but a doormat...and the fact that my brother is with me on this as a unified front to end her bullshit

im the girl that orders fries with a martini

i have boobs...and I’ll post em....in hell

so I used to be on her phone plan....but I decided fuck her and I wasn’t gonna let her try to turn off my phone....so I walked into apple and bought a new one on a new plan...but I’m not gonna tell her...so she can keep playing for a phone that I sold back....and she can’t text me either...bye bitch...get fucked with a rusty spike