It has all been downhill since American Apparel

When I was in college, I wanted to be done. When I was out of college I wanted to go back. When I worked retail, I wanted to work at a night club. When I worked at a night club I wanted to be a writer. Now I am a writer and this was supposed to be it. But I I am still not content with my life. It is probably me. It probably stems from my ADHD. It probably stems from my childhood. It probably stems from the tap water. Who knows.

When I am not happy, I think back on times in my life where I think I was happy. Luckily it is rare for me, so pinpointing it is easier. Frustrated with my constant inability to enjoy my life and ever actually be happy I decided to sit down and really think about it. When was I happy? Not for a night or a week, for months for longer.

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How to make a night alone, a night together.

I have had a shitty week. Luckily my day was a minor slice of the nightmare that has been my Monday through Friday. Lifetime movies and drugs have been my teddy bears. There are times in a self-induced depression that one needs burritos or nourishment. My walk through San Loco tonight to the register, was like Kate Moss on a catwalk. I hadn’t left the house in days, they were drunk and couldn’t tell. They stared and hollered. I felt pretty. I felt TopShop.

Pick-up is the new delivery

Ask Missbehave

i am struggling. i was a pretty cool girl, in my opinion, everyone loved me (for some reason), and i had like five quadrillion friends. i would go out every night, like all the time, and even though it was tiring, i always had the best time. even when there wasnt something fun going on, i would just think of these (weird) random things that would turn everyones night into the best night ever. i feel stupid saying this , but i felt special. everything was going well, and everything was totally worth it.
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Even if he isn’t trying to have sex with you, he is thinking about it.

I love When Harry met Sally. It’s probably one of my favorite movies ever. I was re-watching the other day and began to sorta think about the dilemma at hand. “Can men and women be friends?” Typing this feels awkwardly Sex and the City. Like you prolly picture me lying on my bed in a cute pair of panties and a tank top pondering this question, while smoking cigarettes, with a voice over coming out of my computer speakers. Replace voice over with Law and Order, underwear with a bikini bottom, and that’s basically it. I need to do laundry badly. I hate doing laundry. In case you haven’t the movie in a while…

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