YOU’VE UPSET TITS
I’m trying to plod my way through this last article so I can spend the weekend relaxing, but some people insist on yelling into their telephones at the bottom of a stairwell.
All of the children are coming over tonight and I cannot wait to get out of here. The whole weekend is going to be infiltrated by screaming kids and it’s just one more thing tallied on to the list of reasons why I hate living here. “Oh don’t worry they’re not over that often”, except it’s all the time and it’s obnoxious. They’re constantly bothering me to see River, and I know they’re just excited about something new, but I just want some fucking peace and quiet. They scream almost incessantly and they always look at me like I’m supposed to entertain or praise them.
I’m tired of writing about things I don’t want to write about, and I just want to be in bed with my boyfriend, giggling about inside jokes, playing video games, and snacking.
Two more weeks tops.. just two more weeks.
This has been a complain-y post.
I’m thinking about making a health, wellness, and food related blog. I really enjoy talking about these kinds of things and if I stop writing for the paper I won’t have a platform anymore. I could pick a day of the week to post an article to keep myself on track and in between post recipes and yoga videos that I like.
I feel like this will make me happy and give me an outlet to talk about my personal health without feeling like I’m rambling to an empty room.
I just did that now.
I’m 24. Oh my god, I’m 24.
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?
Where is my swanky studio apartment?
Doing everything in her power to be obnoxious as hell. I can’t wait to get this cage out if my room.