In the flesh
Call me Laura.
I'm 22 for now.
This is my personal blog. Expect emotional outbursts....
Like others have said, I don't take credit for anything I post unless stated otherwise.
Can I just sex instead of work??
Last night I turned down a booty call to totally rub my awesomeness/sexy in my friends face.
My priorities are a little weird but whatever. it worked muahahaha
I feel lost. And I feel like I need someone but not one person comes to mind. There’s a knot in my throat and tears behind my eyes but they won’t be coming out.
I need to find whats right for me. Who is right for me but instead I’m reckless and dismissive with myself. Searching for what I think I want in boys who aren’t good for me.
I need to stop being trapped in familiarity.
So I think I look good for waking up still sorta drunk to go to work right now….
And yesterday I got stung by a bee and that makes me sad and my arm still hurts.
I want to get back in bed.
Why haven’t I been putting more effort into myself? I need to keep working out because I really like where I’m going with this.
Also, fun fact, the last time I wore this button up I couldn’t button the one across my chest without it puckering and if I sat in this all the button would pucker. Now its too big across my body (not my shoulders, swimming fly for 10 years made those wide).
And epic dumbass moment. Last night I drank a lot of tequila by myself and when I started to sober I could have gotten laid but passed. Fuck this week man… I want to be on the shot again.
A little drunk right now. Night off at home hanging out with my sisters cat is so far a success lol
As of today 36-28-38, also, found out I had these underwear in the bottom of my drawer which I just got really excited about.
Going out tonight :)
This is probably the face I’m going to make the entire day at work.
And I can’t stop sneezing.
This is where I’m spending my day today
No one makes me feel more flat chested than her. Last night was much needed and this weekend we’re gonna go out again.
I’m destroying myself.
Instead of learning to swim I’m sinking further and further into a mess that’s only mine to control. And I’m doing it by choice.
Sinking is comfort. Sinking is far more familiar to me than moving on ever has been.
For now I know whats right and am all right with defying it, but I’m unsure of how long I can stand to let it last.
Gonna get changed to go out soon. My eyebrows look fucking glorious right now.
Look at my rad shirt.
I hope I pass my test tonight.
- eating
- dancing
- listening to a good pandora station
- inappropriate things
- getting a tattoo
- or a piercing
- rearranging the art on my walls
- reading comics
- or a good book
- shaving
- changing the oil in my car
- getting a filling in my teeth
I think you get the point.
Someone, sex with me, please? I’m dying a little bit over here.
