I am seriously done with being peoples shoulder to cry on. My “friends” (with the exception of my friends i consider fam) constantly only contact me when they are sad or need something.
News flash, I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS. period. End of story.
Him: “what’s good?, oh wait. I don’t care what you ate. Freaking rabbit food”
Me: “enjoy cancer”
- While I agree that your friend should not judge your food choices, I think the response “enjoy cancer” is a bit extreme and insensitive.. everything on this planet causes cancer.. the chemicals sprayed on your food, the steroids pumped into them to make crops larger. The cell phone in your hands. The air we breath. We have destroyed every aspect of this planet and cancer seems to be mother natures way of righting our wrongs. I hated when people tried to rub their food in my face when I was attempting vegan. It was MY choice. They did not need to disrespect me and my choices because they did not understand. That is what you should tell your friend. His actions and words are just disrespectful to you and your choices.” —bazooka jay: Dinner tonight at the mess, my friend walks in:
This one is lovely
I know its going to be a good day!
I am apartment shopping. Colin and I are thinking Old South if we stay in London. FUCK LONDON. I guess anything is bearable if he is with me though.
This one is pretty awesome.
sink sucks… oh well
oh and I think i am the only person who gets super hungry watching SuperSize VS SuperSkinny,