Anonymous asked: why did you and your boyfriend break up

It’s sad. I dont even find people good looking anymore. Like, I don’t know how you could be anymore jaded. 

Anonymous asked: la or ny?

New York

Anonymous asked: re; Werk hours. Welcome to the real world Honey!

Lol is this for real. I am pretty sure I have heard this saying my entire life at all stages, at all times, and at all tantrums. Please, to the people that love to say this..when does the real world begin exactly? I love when people refer to some magical place as a “real” world..as if there is a fake world that exists somewhere and we have all once lived in it. As far as I am concerned everything is the REAL world..my life is tangible as fuck dude. I am living it and have been living it..after all. The fuck is this real world shit. This ain’t no mtv show.

You guys wouldn’t even believe the type of person I am here. I. Work. So. Fucking. Much. The ratio of my sleep to work here is unheard of in my naptime life and I spend like, no time in bed. In SF I would sleep/lay in bed for probably 12 hours and here I work two jobs, and get out of bed by 7am. I go out for beers and don’t crawl into bed until around 1am and haven’t gotten 8 hours of sleep since god knows when. How the fuck?

1. I can’t retort this with full certainty but I am probably coming back to SF. I wouldn’t mind staying here but I have to be realistic about this sort of thing and I also just bought a really nice bed back home. 

2. Thanks. I’ll keep all of this in mind. 

3. Hey Adam. First of all we should definitely get drinks sometime. Second of all isn’t that how life in general is? Maybe it’s just amplified in NY, but thank you for the ~words of inspiration~

So, once upon a time in the late nineties I’m pretty sure some made-for-tv-movie came out about Michael Jordan. In said movie he prayed to God everyday to make him taller. I was inspired as a pre teen and prayed to God a lot (but not everyday okay that’s just asking for too much..) to make my boobs a certain size. I would actually like, hold my hands out from my chest and be like “dear god…please make my boobs grow this big, please”. This would actually prevent me from like, lying or eating too much sugar or whatever was considered a sin when you were that-young-years-old and today I have a pretty substantially sized rack…which is unfortunate because now im attracted to the flat chested art-tittied body that magazines tell me to be attracted to…but regardless you guys, this shit actually happened. 

I am not religious by any means but sometimes when you ~wish upon a star~…that shit actually gets granted. But like I said..be careful what you wish for. Nah mean?

(also at this age I think all sizes of titties are attractive as long as they look nice and don’t have large nips or are all pointy or lost in the direction they are going)

1. It really fucking sucks to lose your relationship of two years when you’re 3,000 miles away from home.

2. Egg sandwiches are only like 1.99 here! And sushi is like, five dollars!