The other day my boss at my salon told me I had no personality. This has been making me really consider getting away from this place. Connecticut is boring as hell and I can't possibly work forever in a tiny ass salon in Coventry. Sorry that I didn't grow up around here, go to school with all the clients, wasn't in their girl scout troop, etc. etc. etc. Where's the door?

So here's my past week in a handful of pictures. Sorry to be soooooooo boooooooring

sittin here sad as hell, watching the new Mad Men.

what's new in your world?

i want a girl i can make blanket forts with, and snuggle, and eat snacks on snacks on snacks. pleeeeeeeeeease?


also, i have discovered high west whiskey. DELICIOUS!

my spotify playlist obsession lives on.

right now I'm making a playlist of everyone's top 3 favorite songs.

care to share with me what your's are?

i was the weird girl in high school who stood in the corner of the hallways watching everyone else act stupid with my eyebrow raised. and i am still that girl now, except on the internet. i'm never going to fit in with anything as far as i know.

i am so fucking sick of how obsessed everyone has become with their cellphones. i spend so much time at home, at either job, hanging out with friends, and watching them constantly pick up their stupid iphones and do what?? check facebook? check their stupid words with "friends"? i'm sorry i'm not fucking interesting to talk to, sitting across from you at a restaurant or next to you on the god damn couch.

i hate this so fucking much i want to hop into a delorean and go back.

places I update more frequently then this:

twitter

tumblr

and pinterest, which i just created.



come and play with me

oh internet. you amuse me.

realizing lately that this relationship isn't a relationship. and that I'm not going to be with him, now, later, or ever. and for once, I might just be ok with that. because I deserve better. and I deserve not being treated like a crazy person.

i've been going to the gym a lot. leave me your favorite work out song(s) please!

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boring boring boring


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have a great fucking week

fuck man, Otis always knows the right thing to say.



It doesn't matter how I'm feeling, nothing ever makes me feel better.