Peace Out, Home Skillet
So friends, with writing this post, I’m also taking a break from the internet for awhile. I’ll still check in from time-to-time to see how you’re doing.
Truth be told, it’s just that I’ve reached my breaking point. I’m a fucking mess right now. I’m thirty-three-years-old and still think like a teenager. I am such a cliche.
I don’t know how I let it get this far. I’m realizing that there is nothing special about me. Nothing that makes me stand out. I need to change that.
I’m the girl that peaked in high school, then made nothing of herself. I can’t play this role any more. I refuse to remain sub-par.
I’m choosing happiness. I’ve said it a hundred times. Now it’s time to do something about it.
I’ve got a lot of work to do so I’m starting with this.
I’ll miss you all. Take care.
xoxo
Someone please make this cake for me on my birthday next year.
I listened to bits of songs from the preview and there wasn’t a single track that i wanted to hear in its entirety. Maybe some night I’ll give it a shot because I really do want to like it.
You have stellar taste in music so I would hate to lead you astray. Having said that, I’d venture as far to say that it’s worth a listen. I related more to the lyrics than the actual music. I think it’s just the place I’m at right now…I feel like I can relate.
I’m laughing right now because I so wanted to not like it. :)
I SO want to like it, too.
Do you not like it? I do…a lot more than what I expected to. I am, let’s say, pleasantly surprised.
I like humble John.
Now he just needs a haircut.
John Mayer’s music makes my heart ache while simultaneously being filled with joy.
The kid’s really not that bad. Not my kind of music, but certainly not deserving of the internet hate that gets thrown at him. Then again, I remember when people felt the same way about New Kids on the Block and *NSYNC.
Funny you should mention it. I just had this conversation with my husband.
You know I was totally the girl sporting the side ponytail, leg warmers and a New Kids on the Block pin the size of her head…and it’s been 12 years, but my mom still has my *NSYNC poster hanging in my old bedroom.
I thought I had changed. Matured, even. But it’s apparent…
I’m always going to be that girl.
The Other Justin:
You may, or may not, know that I haven’t had a radio in almost two years. I finally had one installed in my car a few weeks ago.
The other day while I was driving, flipping through the radio stations, I stumbled upon this little ditty, mid-song. I thought to myself, “Hmmm, I kind of like this song. It has a good beat.”
Then hit me…”this is probably Justin Bieber. Please don’t be Justin Bieber.”
It’s Justin Bieber.
Sexy M.F. | Prince
I hate the word homophobia.
It is not a phobia.
You are not scared.
You are just an asshole.
(via meditateonthis)
Source: auditoryassault
Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
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That is seriously incredible.
Source: hello-zombie
Every time I hear this song, I feel like a parade of Oompa-Loompas should be dancing by.
loriamb said: I wonder if I could sneak vodka into my mother’s hospital room. I could use it. A lot of it actually.
I’m thinking disguised in a water bottle. No one would be the wiser.
Jessi. Brunette. Short. Blue eyes. Dreamer. Hippie. Music-lover. Old-soul. Emotional. Idolizes Jackie-O. Tired. Vegetarian. Loves big sunglasses and even bigger watches. Avid Reader. Addicted to Diet Coke. Believes in soul mates. Runner. Connoisseur of jelly filled-donuts. Eternally searching for the perfect pair of jeans. Sincere. Sucker for 30-Day-Challenges.
