I’m a barista. I tried keeping track of the amount of pumpkin drinks I’ve made today. I got all the way up to the first sentence of my suicide note.

2Chainz has a lyric in one of his songs where he exclaims that him and “broke niggas don’t get along.”

But 2Chainz.

2Chainz.

I have an excellent personality.

Live

Laugh

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The closest I’ve come to having a “5 Year Plan” is when I decide to bring my cellphone charger with me into the bathroom.

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Spent the afternoon training my cats. I got one to walk into the next room and ignore me every time I snap my fingers. And the other one to lick it’s asshole for 20 minutes every time I say, “Love me.”

Today I learned it’s really hard to close the door on a canvasser who’s staring at you through your screen door. But not impossible.

I mispronounced ‘thyme’ yesterday.

the subject heading from my email explaining why I wouldn’t be paying my student loans this month

September 2, 2014 

1:17 AM

Eastern Standard Time

My mother texts me “U up?”

The closest thing I have to a personal mantra are the lyrics to Tweet’s “Oops”.

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