which i guess is the price I pay for making a new one to avoid the drama this one brought about.

BUT AT ANY RATE: if you are following this one, check yo followers because I likely followed you with my new one. Follow that one so you can continue to read my sarcastic shit an look at the endless relogged photos of cats.

If you’re confused just leave me a message or some shit on this one and I’ll hook a brotha/sista up.

meow meow meow

okay bye again

I am slowly going through and following the people I already follow with the new blog.

Too many fucking irritating people that I don’t want in my life know about this one, so it was just easier to start fresh and without the drama. 

If I don’t follow you on the new one for whatever reason and you want to continue following me on my new blog, leave me a message here/on facebook/on twitter and Ill add you.

LATER D00DZ ITS BEEN REAAAAL.

I love dumb girls who like to act like they’re hot shit.

Love love love. Love to laugh at.

Have fun being trashy, I’ll have fun being classy.

Laaaater haaater

THE HORROR.

THE ITCHING

OH MY GOD  I HATE SHOES

I was in Portland, Oregon…making Oregon Trail references and thinking I was so clever. 

Now I am sitting in Boston and missing the west coast and feeling nostalgic. 

And remembering how much I enjoyed going there, and how much I liked the nature there, and how the air felt different.

And feeling sad about how I don’t even talk to the girl I was in Oregon with anymore… or the boy who was texting me the whole time I was there and how actually he hates me for no reason at all.

and I feel really sad when I think about how much things have changed in a year.

and I feel really sad when I think about how it doesn’t even seem like it was a whole year ago already.

and I feel really sad and I miss last year.