Unpopular Opinion: Ready Player One was an unfortunately terrible book.
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I’m frustrated with my online classes because they’re making me communicate with my fellow classmates. I thought that was the point of online classes. To avoid social interaction.
A guest at Starbucks today couldn’t remember what the drink sleeves were called so she called them “drink condoms”.
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so I’m really bad at taking compliments, here’s an example: I bumped into this guy downtown and he just handed me this poem he wrote and he said, “Speaking of poetry, your eyes are incredble, there are so many colors!” and all I could say back was, “Yeah they do that” tHAt wAS ALL I SAID beFORE TURNING AROUND AND LEAVING.
I just want to be skinny enough to look good in Brandy Melville clothes
Honey, Brandy Melville’s “one size fits most” is bullshit. You can find much cuter clothing in a thousand other places made of better material. You don’t need to fit into a company’s clothes to feel good about yourself, you don’t need to play their marketing game, it’s unhealthy, and so are the tags you attached to this. Work towards a healthy, realistic goal that is not dictated by anyone else’s standards but your own.
But what if I actually accomplished something everyday.
What if
I actually
drew something
every
single
day.
I’m training at the Starbucks in my Target and it’s really fun and pays more by the hour and is great but I’m also not allowed to wear nail polish or jewelry while I’m there. Nooooo!
