COPY CAT'S ARE MORE TRANSPARENT THAN THEY SEEM.
We were all blessed with an imagination...an ability to conjure up something great, something wonderful, something unique and relevant to our own personalities. I know that it can sometimes require a lot of energy delivering these things on our own but just biting other people's idea's and and vibes is just plain wack. Yeah, ok if you're into street culture you probably all like sneakers, and if you're an indie kid you probably have a pair of black skinny jeans or two but FUCK think outside the box and find your own personality and aesthetic. It's in there somewhere...I promise.
At the end of every day, write down something good that happened that day. Whether you had a particularly good sandwich, or if you rubbed one out at lunch in the toilets or if you got a promotion. Write it down somewhere. Reflect. Life is good even though the thought of killing yourself sometimes crosses your mind.
IF HE IGNORES THE FIRST MESSAGE HE MAY HAVE JUST MISSED IT...
but if he ignores the second one it means he is rude and spineless. If you send a third message then you should go kill yourself. I mean you may as well, you'll feel that worthless anyway. PUT THE PHONE DOWN AND MOVE ON.
YOU MIGHT WANNA GRAB THE DUDE'S NAME BEFORE YOU START SENDING HIM PICTURES OF YOUR PUSSY.
Just a thought.
GRILLED FISH AND SALAD. STEAK AND SALAD. RIBS AND SALAD. BAKED CHICKEN AND SALAD.
Great for the taste buds and even better for the hips. Plus did you know that avocado helps abdominal weight loss? Yeah I know it's bullshit because we just end up finishing it off with cheesecake and a bottle of wine. When do you think we'll learn that putting certain things in our mouths make us unhappy? Including dick.