My Tummy Hurts

Sometimes, too much of a good thing can be...too much.

For example, I ordered pizza today.  Ate...quite a lot of it.  Then my roommate made sausage wontons, and I am incapable of finishing the ones she gave me, which is really really sad. 

No really.  I've been thinking.  I realize I bitch a lot.  About dumb things.  And use sentence fragments.  And start sentences with "and."  I really don't want to be that person.  So, what I WILL say is that someday, it would be nice to think someone is awesome and have them say hey, I think you're pretty awesome too. 

And that's the end of it. (In case you were curious, the first thing has nothing to do with the second thing.  No metaphors or anything, I just really ate a lot today.) 

I am now going to resume giving zero fucks. 

This is what I look like today.  With fewer pants.

Random

Do I miss you?  Yes, every day.

Do I think that you have spent one second thinking of or missing me?

Not even a bit.


We get what we pay for I suppose.