I just want to slap the everlasting fuck out of Santana’s grandmother.
You have no idea.
It wasn’t really a great experience though. Nor was it really a proposal.
She was just like, “You is a senior?! YOU is CUTE! We gon’ get married!”
To which I responded with
Then I politely informed her that I like boys.
Still sick, and completely lonely.
I feel miserable. Someone call me.
I will write about the following, anonymously leave one in my ask box
- Dear person I hate,
- Dear person I like,
- Dear ex bestfriend,
- Dear bestfriend,
- Dear mom,
- Dear dad,
- Dear Santa,
- Dear future me,
- Dear person I’m jealous of
- Dear person I had a crush on.
My name isn’t a breath mint, sweetie. So get it the fuck out of your mouth regardless of how oh so REFRESHING it is.
Relevant Rules of Life.
No school for me tomorrow. No AP Econ.
I feel like shit though. I apologize for the lack of sarcastic, bitchy posts for anyone that actually cares.
Love you all.
I have a 102.5F degree fever. Also, I have chills, joint pain, short breath, and uncontrollably gross coughing.
I hate my life. Doctor in the morning, most definitely.