9758) People look at me and think I’m crazy for wanting to lose weight. The thing they don’t know is I am crazy, and I’m okay with it.
Cum Dumpster tee design: only for the brave ones. Which I know you are. Available for both men and women and teens, all the colors and fits in the world, and of course in both Wordboner Store and MakeYourOwnWordboner, if you’re feeling independent today. Which I know you are. OK, less readin’, more shoppin’!
I honestly think this is the best thing I’ve seen in my life.
PMS. Seriously. It has happened every month for the past fifteen years, and every time it happens, I feel like I’m going through puberty all over again. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BODY??? I want to eat everything in sight, using both hands and no utensils, Garfield-style. My boyfriend will pay me a compliment and I will tear him apart… “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE THESE JEANS ON ME? WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY OTHER JEANS? ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT? I HATE YOU! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!” I see a commercial for Viagra or something, where the 50 year-old guy wants to take a bath outside, in a meadow, with his 50 year-old wife, and I start crying. ”WHY DON’T YOU EVER WANT TO TAKE A BATH WITH ME OUTSIDE IN A MEADOW? WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?” I feel bloated and puffy and hairy and ugly and unfeminine. I don’t want to wash my hair or wear makeup; all I want to do is wear men’s pajamas and lie in bed and eat chocolate chips straight from the bag and watch Lifetime movies and cry.
This sucks. Sometimes I really fricking hate being a woman.
Tomorrow.
Getting up:
Hair goes wrong:
Leave the house, mum says “have a good day”:
Get to bus stop… Chavs:
Listen to music on bus:
Someone’s watching you:
Get to college, see friends:
Fit boy walks past:
Realise you have to go to class:
Day continues:
Last lesson:
“You have Homework” :
Walking home:
On tumblr all night:
Realise you have all of this again tomorrow:
