Dear Mr. Gallbladder,
There has been some changes inside you and I don't feel like we can share the same company anymore. I have no use for you and frankly, you make me sick. I think it's time we part ways.
Most sincerely,
Mia
p.s. I hope there will be no hard feelings if someday real soon you are in a jar on my bookshelf.
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Post self-discovery, I think. The cool and crappy events of adulthood. Spontaneity, Travel (or lack there of). Eating & Drinking.
Likes
- Karaoke
- random acts of kindness
- corndawggin'
- collecting t-shirts that make me laugh and/or make fun of things i can't stand (ex. organized religion)
- quality coffee, as is, no lights or sweets
- big cities
- cutting and pasting paper onto random objects
- dark wash jeans
- impromptu dance parties/tailfeather shaking
- traveling
- live music
- summer
- the ocean
- sunshine
- everything about guacamole, especially my own recipe
- red wine
- making (in)significant lists
DISlikes
wet socks, corporate-conservative media, most country music, ignorance, being an Html rahtard, paying student loans, missing the bus/subway in the rain/snow, public restrooms with no tp, food poisoning, cats, allergy to cats, george bush 1 & 2, the dentist, sending out resumes, lies & avoiding the truth (general cowardice of it all bothers me the most), & minivans. Bad breath. Cigarettes. Hangovers.
2 comments:
You're prego?
Um didn't we take h.s. Biology circa 13 years ago together. I ain't got no babies inside! you CRAZY it's a stock pic, it would'a been cooler if i ever remembered to ask for stuff when i'm actually at the hospital. always slips my mind.
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