These Little Lies....

Was our waitress at Shogun on Friday. We locked eyes instantly and you could have cut the tension in there with a knife. And you know what? I will never be happy for you. I will absolutely never be happy that you were an absolute piece of shit in the way you went about kicking me out of the new life you built around a crackhead. That’s cool. That’s fine. But I’ll never forgive you. You aren’t worth my forgiveness. And another thing: SHE WAS A PIECE OF SHIT WAITRESS.

Tip? __________________

Here’s a tip, bitch, don’t fuck taken men, and crack kills.

Love, Jenna

whosscruffylooking:

jennarachelle:

More like “No-Nookie November”.

When one accepts that November will bring no nookie regardless of facial hair, the properties of masculinity and brotherhood associated with No-Shave November are much more appealing.  In a phrase, the properties can be summed up as “Bros Before Hos.”

::Edit::

I think Dr. Martin Luther King said this in his Letter from a Birmingham Jail, but don’t hold me to that.

I know this guy named Michael. He thinks he is so funny. Also- my negative sentiment towards no shave November fails to apply to people who LOOK GOOD WITH FACIAL HAIR. Ahem.

More like “No-Nookie November”.

False. This has nothing to do with the Beverly Hillbillies, and everything to do with the fact that my phone has decided over the last few days that it only rings when it wants to, and it certainly does not want to every time people call or my ALARM GOES OFF IN THE MORNING. Great. I really wanted to spend $200 getting a new phone.

FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK.

On the plus side, one of my classmates told me that “Jenna” means “Perfect” in Ethiopian.  Thanks Elsaye. You made my day. Screw you phone, why can’t you be perfect like me?