Work was successful. I’m going to be dreaming about sorting clothes, tagging clothes, and hanging clothes when I go to sleep tonight. Now to go workout, and then come home and relax.
Getting off Tumblr to go to work is the hardest...
Congratulations, I hope you’re fucking satisfied with the way things are now.
Out of sight, out of mind. I guess that’s the way you want it, ha. Stop fucking toying with me. If you don’t hate me, then why won’t you even tell me how you really feel about all of this? Is this what the fuck you call moving on? Leaving me in the fucking dark and not even telling me what the fuck is going on? My god, you are stubborn.
Blargh, I did an hour on the elliptical today and my legs feel amazing, but it was so amazing that I am not moving for another hour.
“woooo I only have Tumblr so I can bragg and say that I have 20349324203 followers..but I’m so deep and emotional that I pose half naked in pictures and put them on tumblr so i can get 329482390489320 reblogs so that people will like me online because I’m a bitch slut in person” Lol