I hate putting on falsies

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I hate putting on falsies
Unappreciated:: adj. to not fully be recognized, understood, or valued. This is how I feel right now and every day after my man gets home from work. It may sound petty, but I just want a thank you after washing and folding your clothes, after picking up our living area after you dirty it and leave trash on the floor, and after I run up and down the stairs continuously to get something for you. Even after when I ask you to get something for me, you make a remark about how I'm being lazy and that you worked hard all day, and I did nothing. I love you, but can I please get recognized for what I do for you? Can you maybe just once do something for me without me having to ask? I do it for you....
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Most people don’t really want the truth, they just want constant reassurance that what they already believe is the truth.
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god i love people who refer to anything as an adventure.
“wanna go on an adventure?” *goes to mcdonald’s for ice cream at 1am*
Landlord: close the door so gross strays don't come in Me: "forgets" to close door so gross strays don't come in Landlord: gets pissy Me: oh, its okay. I just simply forgot about closing the door. Like you forgot about the 10 leaks in the bedroom that ruined my clothes.
So, I gotta ask. If you're desperate and begging for attention for a dude, can you really be picky about what it is you're doing when you do that on a daily basis?
That moment when you try to move your Lean Cuisine TV dinner and it flops to the ground.... Made me sad.
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Whenever you are feeling upset at the world, and especially upset towards rude people that you may not like, there is a special term that you can use. Tampons. They are tampons. Why are they tampons?
They're stuck up vaginas all the damn time. They're fucking tampons.
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So James had an attitude with him. Finally. Rolling her eyes and then huffing with an attitude, Danielle made her way up to the counter. She looked for any employee, but found none. So she rang the little bell on the counter profusely until an employee came out.
Of course the boy was annoyed, but she paid no attention to it. “Can I get another vanilla steamer?” She put emphasis on “another”. “Three pumps hazelnut, extra, extra whipped cream, and a light drizzle of caramel.”
“Annnnnd you got the rest.” Danielle turned and smiled at James.
James pursed his lips and stared straight ahead as the girl banged on the bell. Why. Whyy. They were probably just busy… why did she have to do that.. He was two seconds away from grabbing her hand to make her stop, but the barista came out in time to stop her.
He raised a brow at her order. That was so much sugar and syrup, it churned his stomach just thinking about it. “Right, uh.” James pulled out his wallet and handed the barista his card. “There you go. All better, Miss Danielle?” He asked as he took his card back and signed the receipt.
She looked over her drink carefully; looking for any flaw that stood out. Of course, she could be a bitch and complain that the caramel wasn’t the right consistency over the whipped cream. But, not only was it getting a bit late, but she heard the bing of her phone that the battery was at 30 percent. Shitty battery.
“Yes. Everything looks about right. Thanks for the drink, dude.” Danielle smiled sassily. She took a sip and delighted in the taste. Danielle looked up to James and shoved her drink in his face. “Taste it.” She demanded.