Repeat after me, "I am free"

I’m REALLY not looking forward to working tomorrow.

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just tried to reblog something on facebook

This always happens to me .

hate on it. I haven’t been on in years.

For the first time since I started using tumblr, setbabiesonfire isn’t my biggest tumblr crush. :O gofuckingnuts has him beat by 2%. Their blogs are pretty quality guys, pretty quality.

When my boyfriend (Sam) and I first started dating, I was so obsessed with Taking Back Sunday. And they were coming to a city only about an hour away. We had been dating for less than a month, and I was planning on going with a guy friend that kinda put him at unease. I was so excited to go, I nearly has a heart attack every time I thought about it. The friend in which I was going with was in charge of getting the tickets. I told him to go ahead and get them, but he didn’t. When he finally tried to get them, of course they were sold out. I was devastated, of course. The day of the concert, I moped around the house. After Sam got off of work, he came to my house. In his hand, was a bouquet of roses. It was the first time a guy had ever surprised me with flowers. I asked him why he got them for me, and he just kissed me on the top of the head and said “I figured if I wouldn’t have got them for you, the lead singer of Taking Back Sunday would’ve got them for you and it would have swept you off your feet. I just can’t have that.” It was the cutest thing I had ever experienced.





Ironically enough, later on that night, my ex called me. From the Taking Back Sunday concert. He called just to say “I know Taking Back Sunday is your favorite band and I just wanted to tell you I’m at their concert, and I wish you were here.” Then he continued telling me how if we were still together I wouldn’t have missed the concert because he would have bought my ticket when he bought his. Fuckkk youuu. Then I looked at my roses and was like, you have fun. I’m better here anywhere. :)

My friend and I were discussing Halloween costumes when she tells me that she saw a really cool peacock costume earlier. Peacock…
So automatically after hearing that word, Peacock by Katy Perry got stuck in my head.

Now I’m in my room with it on full blast, dancing like an idiot.

One of my biggest fears is that I’ll end up like my mother.

Here we are, In the place where you grew up.
Where you spent so much time,
Where you plotted out your life.
These next few lines are a series of events,
About my family and friends,
That kept me further from the edge.
So when the day comes,
That they put me into the ground.
All the ones who claimed they loved me will gather around.
They’ll throw flowers down,
And tears will come running down their face.
As they say goodbye and say that I’ve gone to a better place.
This Is where your vision starts,
Where your visions starts to blur
Have you ever thought of giving up on what you love the most?
Did you forget, about the ones that you would hurt?
just a few more seconds then the pain will be gone.
Just hold on, Go ahead let go.
It’s not your time, Your time is up.
There is so much more, You should end it here.
You’ve got your whole life In front of you.
You’ve got nothing to live for, There’s a reason to live.
So pick up that knife, You just can’t give up.
Put it through your chest.
Please end it, Please end it all.
It’s on the tips of our tongues.
Help me, Hear, Leave me, forgive me.
If I fall, I’ll be the one left to lie alone In this mess.
And I know, That If you end your life.
I will be joining you shortly.
You say you need a greater purpose.
I say you need to see what’s coming.
When you know, That the feeling is gone.
You’ll see this through my eyes and feel alive again.
The road to hell Is paved with good intentions.The road to hell Is paved with good intentions.

I’m ServSafe Certified.
This means I know the appropriate temperatures food must be cooked at, and I know all kitchen sanitation and proper procedures. I’m actually a pretty boss cook.

I could easily work as a chef or cook in many restaurants.

I was wonder if my guy friends discuss me when I’m not there, like guys seem to on tv and in movies. Like I wonder if they talk about me and my body, and whether or not they find it attract. Or they talk about if they would date me. Or if they talk about how it’s strange that I don’t really hang out with other girls. Oh, to be a fly on the wall.

Fml?

I sort of jump into following people. And then it turns out their blog isn’t my taste, and I have to unfollow them.