I'm still so pissed about today. I went to see if my crush was working, and he wasn't. Again.
Guys, what if he got deployed? He IS in the military, but he hasn't served in awhile. I'm going to be so ****ing sad if I waited and waited, just to find out he got send out to war before I could tell him how I feel.
*puts on Dancing With Tears In My Eyes / The Harold Song*
I'm going to be so crushed if he was. I mean, I wouldn't blame him or anyone else but myself. Whatever happens, it's my own fault for waiting to tell him. But it's going to be so hard if he was deployed. I swear, if all of this doesn't work out, I'm giving up on men.
I'm going to be so crushed if he was. I mean, I wouldn't blame him or anyone else but myself. Whatever happens, it's my own fault for waiting to tell him. But it's going to be so hard if he was deployed. I swear, if all of this doesn't work out, I'm giving up on men.
Don't become a lesbian sis, that's not the way to go.
I had to take him to training since he doesn't have his license yet.
Oh? I heard a seat cracking and suddenly I heard: ''Are you making fun of my accent?'' And then a certain someone teased him by copying his words; ''Are yew macking frunt uv mah akksent?'' And then the other one laughed, replying with ''will you just go on!''
Allow me to translate, for I have a lot of experience with the language of the dipshits of Facebook. From what I can see, it says:
So, for this New Years, my resolution is to finally loose eighty pounds and be even more ‘bootylicious’, as well as to ultimately realize that I am already a sexy gardening utensil, however, since I gave birth, my dealer said I should loose some weight, seeing as he is worried about me succumbing to rape because said cellulite may be too overwhelming for onlookers. Damn, african american brother, I am drinking from my dog, Dizh. I have just salivated on my computer screen! Time to go shave my pubic hair, and slap a fellow garden apparatus. I am vacating the premises as if I were a rocket ship.