work happenings.
Liz: Falee, you need a good penis.
Me: I had a good penis, he just turned out to be a dick.
my honest opinion
I wouldn't be who I am, without all the shit I've dealt with.
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2013-02-22
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Source: sufferwithpeace
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2013-01-18
A prayer for Leah.
Dear God. I know we don’t talk much, but my friend Leah was just sent to you. I ask that you take care of her and her family. Especially her babies. Guide them through this hard time and help them heal. Please and thank you.
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2013-01-07
I was raised…
I was raised to speak my mind to have an opinion and speak it in a respectful way. I was also raised to be a true friend and treat people how I would like to be treated. You sir are not a true friend. You are a sad, fake, waste of space. You lie to me to get what you want of me, than throw me under the bus. I see where I stand in your pathetic world. I’m a better than you I know I am. I will thrive from this and become a better person, I am a better person. I’ve been stepped on and spit at, taken advantage of and its only made me stronger as a woman. I was raised to be the bigger better person and I will be. You enjoy your fake friends and life. You will no longer have the honor of being a part of mine. You’ll miss me when I’m gone. Life’s too short to waste my breath on you. Good luck with your life I hope you see what you’ve just lost.
Oh and one final thing.
Fuck you. :) -
2012-12-30
Yes! One day!
(via 01202k12)
Source: s-i-l-e-n-u-s
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(via the--personal--quotes)
Source: the-personal-quotes
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2012-11-10
Us, trust, a couple things I can’t spell with you…
I apparently need to reevaluate my friends. Two faced bitches that blab out bullshit on Facebook have another thing coming.
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2012-10-28
(via canadianapparel)
Source: alcoholiccats
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2012-10-05
(via theharmlessgiant)
Source: happymonsters
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2012-09-10
To You Royal Fuck Bag.
You stupid fucking ignorant judgemental cunt bag! Fuck you. How dare you judge me when you don’t even fucking know me!
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2012-09-05
Make your own fucking coffee
I just don’t know how much longer I can pretend that I’m happy with my job. How much longer I can go without slamming peoples heads into their steering wheels. How much longer I can go without telling people to shut the fuck up stay off the headset do your fucking job and no one fucking cares about your drama! I don’t know how much longer I can pretend that we are still friends. I quite literally want to die as I pull into the parking lot of my job because its just going to be a shitty rest of my day. But Starbucks has been my home for so long I don’t know how to leave.
