To be honest, people my age don't give much of a shit about me. Most of my friends are either younger or older; the majority of my peers are kinda "Eh" towards me.
I have some really solid ones though; Sara, Shannon, Susan, Lara.
No matter what, I can't and don't hate anyone.
I'm a lover and a forgiver.
I'm an open book and I'm not ashamed of myself and I don't live in guilt.
If you need help, always call me.
I'm honestly not mega-religious, but:
I pray almost everyday for little things, and am getting closer to God, and what my faith means to me.
I love art and comedy.
I'm real sweet and can be easily irritated.
Sadness is something I deal with well.
I can put up with impressive quantities of bullsh*t.
[I'm very tolerant.]
I will always be willing to forgive. Always.
I believe in showing love to all.
I'm a natural leader and problem solver.
I'm a decent listener.
I'm the chatty sort.
I love to read and learn.
I LOVE to swim.
Hopefully, if you bother to peruse it, my Tumblr manages to entertain you whether you give a rat's ass who I am or not.
911 operator: 911, what’s your emergency, sis?
me: i— i just killed my husband… i— i…. I don’t know what to do…
911 operator: oooooooooh shit! kk, im telling you I’m a nosy queen, so be a good Judy and serve up the juicy deets.
me: i came home after getting my tight puccini waxed into a buckwheat at the spa with my rancid drag sisters and waited for him to present me a platter of delicious delicacies, and you know what he dishes out? a colourful and fresh baby gem lettuce, beets. quinoa, portabello and blue cheese salad with with tender skirt steak and chimichurri on the side.
911 operator: ………………..if we’re being honest here, sweetheart, im high as fuxk and it’s probably the munchies but that sounds scrumptious.com.edu.co.uk.ca, the fuck’s wrong with all of that?
me: ……..*chokes back tears and takes a deep breath* It was not organic.
911 operator: *loud auntie gasp* OH SHIT!
me: i whacked him with the solid 5 inch double gold plated elephant ivory bookends he got me for my quarter birthday last week and now he’s laying there in a puddle of blood, ruining my $45000 imported Moroccan rugs…
911 operator: smfh, when will these good-for-nothings learn to treat a lady with respect?
i love getting kissed on the forehead so much it’s like they’re saying “hey i’m gonna show you affection but i’m not trying to get anything out of this, i just want you to feel happy”
last night i woke up because two dudes were fighting underneath my window and one dude kept screaming “BRO!! BRO YOU CALLED ME A BITCH IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE BAR BRO!! THE WHOLE BAR!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT BRO??” he sounded so heart broken. why bro. why did you do this.