You know when your in love with a celebrity and you have really cute imagines about them? Well that's my reality so suck it bitches. Bye.
I'm just fucking with you. I'm one of you losers that sits home eating Cheerios crying over bands. To make things even worse I'm 20. I don't know why I haven't committed suicide yet.
I'm 20 with a suck ass job, living in a suck ass apartment and get judged by my suck ass family.
Like shut the fuck up mom. I have a Mac Book and IPhone. I literally got them from my work but that's not important
But yeah. I spend my days working, crying over work because it sucks motherfucking lil straight white boy ass, eating cheerios for breakfast, lunch and dinner and I also cry over bands too.
You'd think I'm 20 and I should go to concerts looking sexy and hook up with band members right.?
nope.
I hate my life and if I don't date a band member in the next month I'm committing.
*BRING BRING WAKE THE FUCK UP LOSER ASS SHIT BRING BRING*
"I love getting woken up like this by the bae" I hate my life.
It's 6 AM on a Monday and I'm feeling homicidal.
So I get out of bed. Just kidding. I stay under the covers and watched an episode of Family Guy on Netflix.
*BITCH YOU BEST GET OUT OF BED IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOUR JOB AND STARVE ON THE STREETS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW YOUR AN UGLY BITCH AND NO ONE LOVES YOU*
It didn't actually sound like that but I'm just translating.
I got out of bed and put on a play list on 8Tracks because 8Tracks is my love.
It started playing some up beat morning songs and I sobbed.
I jumped in the shower and took a quick morning shower. Laugh my ass out I'm fucking with you, I don't do that kind of sissy crap.
I brushed my teeth by squirting tooth paste in my mouth because I'm 20 and no one can tell me what to fucking do.
I put on my dollar store make up and put on "Don't Fuck With Me, I'm Fancy" work outfit and ate some cheerios.
I hopped in my mom's old Mini Van and drove to my job at McDonald's.
Fucking with you I'm not that crappy I'm just on my period at the moment and I like to make my problems bigger.
I actually work at my dads company doing nothing. It's gr8 having a rich dad.
I got into my bomb ass office and checked Facebook.
Why did I have to be friends with white people? Jesus Christ! Your 20 you can't do that anymore!
"I can't believe Gregg proposed!"
Fuck.
So it was 12:00 PM and I went to my dad so he could buy me food.
He took me to McDonald's. The fuck dad.? I'm an adult..
I'M AN ADULT WTF?!
"So... How's that band you liked..? Umm Sweater Weather?" My dad said trying to make small talk. Eww dad. Sweater Weather? Are you serious?
"Their called The NBHD and their doing fine. Their in California actually." I replied. I'm so sad. I can't go to their concert because all my friends are out of town and my internet friends that happen to live in Cali are 14.
