I lied about not smoking weed.
Sorry not sorry.
2017 is out this bitch. Not officially, but honestly, the last four months of every year generally fly by in a gust of classes, stress, bills, and credit card debt. So in my mind, this shit is basically over.
That’s not to say shit still can’t go down in the next four months, but I’m not holding my breath.
One of my biggest goals at this juncture is to have at least three pairs of matching socks… Among getting my shit together to apply to grad school and slowly trying to pry myself from the jaws of debt.
Not to downplay all that but the socks thing would just be really personally satisfying.
I’m really thinking NYC is the move.
The application opens any day now and a bitch is ready.
My life finally feels like it’s moving, like it might actually be worth staying alive just so I can see what’s about to happen.
That was dark but I’m a dark bitch so…