LateNightThoughts
I have to wake up at 10 AM tomorrow. I love my new car. The Toyota Rav4 is soooo nice. It drives smoothly and all the functions make me do a fangirl squeal. I'm usually not this interested in cars but I feel like the Rav4 is mah baby. Automobaby. Also, I went shopping today. I went online shopping and the wallet I want went from 30% to 50% off. I ordered that shit. As Head RA, I feel like I'm not really connecting with the residents this year. I'm not sure if it's because I think that most are brats or due to my new authoritative position. Most likely a combination of both. My new go-to-answer-all phrase is "I don't care." I learned that I work well in a variety of settings. I really crave Asian food right now. All this American food is settling to mah glutes, and my taste buds are getting dull. I want spicy food. I want corn. I want street food that makes me live again. I'm starting to get bored with clubbing. Although Club Lucky is pretty funnnn. I can't wait to go NorCal :). Roadddd trippin it. I'm so glad to be able to work with my staff this year. They are true settlers of Catan. I fucking love that game. The director praised our work the other day. #lifeachievementunlocked The staff had some good heart to heart talks. It's amazing to see how people who once looked at a "broken life" are using the pieces as foundation for their positive goals and lives. I'm scared of moving to LA and starting dental school. I have to sign my loans. I haven't seen friends in a long time. I want to go to the beach. I want to eat all the chocolate in the fridge. I finally get to use my data today! FUCK YES. I'm amassing a ton of free shit from work. I am happy to know that my work is appreciated. I love my water bottle. I forgot my shirt in the laundry so I had to wear a women's version of the shirt and it actually fit better. These titties of mine. I met a gay that said "homo." "Homo" is such a gross word and heteronormative. You're a fake gay. I gotta pay mah billsss. I'm super protective of my female staff. I should make a living out off making kandi. I watched the Blair Witch Project the other night and that shit is just spooky as fuck. I hate undefined endings. I need closure. I don't want these untied thoughts drifting in and out of my consciousness. Fuck. Sock assassins starts this week. Sometimes I wonder why we stopped talking. My cousin's son is so adorbs. He's going to be a pimp. I still want a kid at 30. This is getting long. Time to sleep.
