i've resigned myself to tiny facebook victories.

bursts of conversation spattered across a few days here or there.

i like my men to be a challenge, but just barely.

this? entirely too much.

life gets sad every now and then.

i'm so ready for something new.

i keep making these elaborate to do lists and planning these elaborate adventures and dreaming these elaborate storylines for how my life should be ( Read more... )

you think you're so big now, just cause you denied me access to your vagina, he says ( Read more... )

the banquet's real nice, yeah ( Read more... )

it's two thirty a.m. when the waffle house waitress laughs that husky, crackly, charred-lung laugh and shuffles off for four chocolate milks and plates and plates and plates of hot, cheap breakfast ( Read more... )

I'M GONNA DO IT.

i'm going to grow a pair.

really.

all i did today was sleep in and watch gilmore girls and try on old dresses that make me look fat and eat pancakes and eat hamburgers and think about asking a complete stranger out on a date.

it feels so good sometimes just to do normal twenty-year-old things.

my hair still smells like charcoal.

so i lied.

life is good.

TODAY ( Read more... )

"just shut up, megan."

"excuse me? did you just tell me to--"

"shut up, i love you."

i am soso tired of hearing this.