When they hot as hell but can't hold a conversation to save their lives What am I gonna do with you people
Thinking about how I've become less grateful for things in life. When I first got my own room I was so grateful. I had never had my own room and it was the second best thing I had ever received, first was being told that my Grandfather is my legal-sh guardian. A year later, my room is messy, and I haven't cleaned in over a month. I feel like I'm no longer grateful for such a wonderful gift and it's making me very disgusted with myself. I know I've had it for almost a year now but I should still be so grateful, shouldn't I? Now I feel mostly contempt because my room also doubles as a storage space for my grandparents extra clothing and other things such as the emergency box tv, three lamps and other nick-nacks they've yet to part with for some reason but haven't been used in years. I feel like such a terrible person for feeling these things.
Bad dancing is hilarious to watch. Unless that bad dancer is Sean Spicer - what was the DWTS producer smoking when they hired him?
Gotta love that it's not even 4am and the birds are already tweeting loudly. Bloody hell. No sleep for me!
How were you going to donate it? Couldn’t you cut off a ponytail (or two) yourself and mail it in? I bet they’d love to have all that extra length!
I see your tweeting birds, and raise you the Trash Panda I have named Bartholomew who enjoys partying in my trashcan at night, and then drags it loudly around the yard for fun.
I was going to donate it to the little princess trust in England but now they want 16 inches from other countries because they have too many people who donated 7 inches which was the minimum they used to accept. The Rapunzel foundation in Ireland wants no less than 14 inches. I can’t cut off my own hair and donate it because it all has to be the same length and I had layers a million years ago so the last three inches are all different lengths. Also for the donated hair to be all the same length it has to be cut at the same place on my hair. I don’t have the skill. My hair is in okay condition though. I literally just wash and dry it and tie it back. No straightening, curling, colouring and I refused highlights the last time my uncle offered to pay for them for me.My mother complains about my hair length she says she hates super long hair ( it’s not her head why does she care). She offered to cut my hair but agreed that I was probably right when I said I wouldn’t let her near my head with a pair of scissors. She admitted to making a disaster of it when I was a toddler because even then I had thick hair.
Most other European countries have guys far more attractive than here in Scotland. Another incentive to leave.
@Loves books Sounds like you have really nice hair! And you won’t be cutting it for now. I’d bet it would be long enough when you do get a chance to have it cut properly. Hang in there. :}
I don't think so! It probably had to do with going to bed at 3 AM then within days starting wake up at 8 LOL
Closing on a new house while trying to sell our current house and preparing to move cross country is... stressful. But on the bright side, we're moving to the great state of Colorado!
I’m slowly losing my mind, my roommate and another really close friend turned 21 today and yesterday. I miss human interaction that doesn’t involve my coworkers or my family...
Been very, very low for months. I am just starting to figure out how to work around it, but it's too late now. I have a test tomorrow. I am so unprepared for this, I need to just walk away with a B at the end ughhh
So, I have good news and bad news. The good news: I'm nearly at an average breathing range. AKA if I continue making this level of consistent progress, I might no longer be asthmatic in the near future. The bad news: There's a chance I might regress once social distancing is over and I'm back to being exposed to second-hand smoke since that's a trigger for me. Personally, I'm hoping that I do improve so much that I'm no longer asthmatic and that I don't regress. I've been diagnosed with asthma since I was fourteen and it's almost my twenty-first birthday. At this point I'd assumed that there was no chance of growing out of it, but maybe there is. Or not. Alas, only time will tell.