After a few 12 hour shifts, she might need a little space. She will have days when she needs a shoulder to cry on, or a kind ear to listen. It is a very stressful and draining job. Sometimes it takes a lot out of us, doesn’t leave much of us left for those we love. Be there for us, because for most of us, it also makes us a better person.
You can love everything about a person; their quirks, annoyances, bad habits, good days, bad days. But you can’t be with someone who doesn’t think you are equally as amazing. And you can’t be with someone who thinks that they are more important to the relationship than you are.
Just realized why I suck at this whole blogging business:
I like to stalk people. One can say that I’m a nosy ass biotch. Don’t judge me people. NO SHAME. I’m only being honest. So therefore, I go on tumblr. You learn some interesting shit about people over the Internet. Also makes for great girlfriend sleepover bonding material (you know who you are biffle!).
I’m not witty enough to be funny and entertaining, nor is my life tragically emo enough to be considered juicy gossip.
No heartache, angst, fights, polygamous drama….
I also refrain from sub tweeting/sub tumblr-ing to avoid potential awkward confrontations.
So what’s new with my life? I absolutely hate it. But love it all the same. I’m really looking forward to that cup of Chai I’m going to make for myself in the morning.
Buying a lottery ticket tomorrow knowing that I won’t win because I’ve never won a damn raffle or even a lucky tray day (only poor people who got free lunch in elementary school would know what I’m talking about) in my life.
Seriously though, back to why I suck at tumblr. The only reason why I’m posting this - felt compelled to stalk someone, signed on to tumblr for the first time in months, finished stalking, decided to write something. Done.
So cheers to being a nosy ass biotch.
When you finally get settled into bed
But then it’s just like:
when i realize i never did go to that class
2 WEEKS BEFORE THE FINAL:
2 DAYS BEFORE THE FINAL:
When I’m giving a presentation and someone asks a question that I can’t answer
I wanna be like,