I have so much shit to do for school thinking about it stresses me out and then I don’t even do it and get more stressed out
“You’re so pretty you make me wish I was 16 again.” -The 40-something year old man that just came through my line.
this kid today sent his friend to go get my number for him, and it was really a great reminder to myself of why i don’t fuck with high school boys.
tired and fed up
idk man, but like, if you want to advertise for your blog, that’s cool and all
but what sense does it make to do it on one of my pictures?
use your own shit. it only makes sense.
I just got hit on while wearing paisley trousers and no makeup.
Expert level achieved.
I’m on day one of the GM diet, and I think I’ve peed more today than every day last week combined.
i ate a whole cucumber, a banana, and some pretzels and i’m still starving. wtf is wrong with me?
Drawing up my tattoos today.
I don’t know how artists do this for a living for other people.
I mean, I’m freakin out/stressing and I know exactly what I want.
I can’t imagine having to do this for someone else.
But I guess that’s why I’m a cashier, and not a tattoo artist.
i’m just sick of seeing your face
“those pants need to be on the floor of my room.”
“where do i belong?”
“there. i just want the pants.”
today was just a really bad day.