mandy wrote this

Make me fooood.

I used to be really tight with grapefruit. I ate a half every single day, but its been a while. I now live off fast fast food drive-thrus and especially 3 a.m. Whataburger honey butter chicken biscuits, which don’t taste nearly as good at some other sober hour. I should probably hit up Club Pub tomorrow to stock up on groceries so I can start eating some decent-ish meals. 

Where are my mom’s home cooked meals when I need them?

When did my friends start having legitimate children?

Geezus people. We’re barely into our twenties. Stop making me feel like I need to fly to Vegas, get married and knocked up all before my 12:30 class on Monday. 

No disrespect to the midgets or anything…

But how many midget reality shows is too many?

O_o

I’ve been toying with this idea of starting a blog for a while now. I made this tumblr months ago with complete intentions of actually using it and stuff, but I just never did. Who actually blogs anyways? No one I know. Which made me hesitant to start bloggin’ it in the first place because I’m basically expecting no one to read this. ramble. ramble. So yeah…

what is so appealing about a destructive love affair?

apparently i’m not all that into the happy endings. the idea is played out in music and movies all the time. 

my favorite movie as a little girl was always beauty and the beast. i replayed that tape until it unraveled in the vcr and i think it explains a lot about my past relationship experience(s). maybe i think i can bring the perfect out of someone horrible. maybe i think if a person really really likes me, then there must be something wrong with them. all i know is there is something about the mean ones that keeps me coming back for more. 

it hurts so good.