Facts about me πŸ’žπŸ’ž

Random facts about me:

1) I only like tight hugs

2) chocolate makes every day better

3) I dislike watching violent movies

4) I admire bilingual people

5) I avoid hostile people

6) going to bed early is my hobby

7) I only like snow because it gets me out of work

8) left turns freak me out

9) I have a fear of being robbed in the morning when I get in my car to go to work

10) I’ll always sleep with my stuffed animals

That’s me πŸ’‹

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Be nice to your friends

Last night we went out for one of my best friend’s birthday parties. I couldn’t wait. My friend, Anna, looks forward to her birthday all year & I wanted it to be perfect for her.

Sabrina & I met up with Anna for frozen yogurt before the night’s festivities & I already knew something was up. I can read people well and Anna was being stand-off ish. I told myself that she was probably just sleepy and carried on with preparations for her birthday celebration.

When the three of us met up to get ready, Anna was acting weird again. I tried to ask her what was wrong & she gave me short, rude answers. I sat there racking my brain… what had happened? I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I put on my outfit for the night & that’s when things took a turn for the worse. Anna told me I looked stupid and ugly. She told me that she didn’t know why I’d think it’d be okay to wear the outfit that I always wear. She told me that cotton isn’t fancy enough for her birthday.

Y’all might not find the things she said to be hurtful, but they hit me hard. I went upstairs to “do my hair” and sat in the bathroom with tears in my eyes.

Ya know what– Anna, you’re a cunt. Don’t treat others poorly. Especially people that care about you.

She’s lucky I’m not the violent type. May have slapped her across her damn face.

Secretly, my feelings are still hurt πŸ’”

Grrrr.

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Does this make me an adult?

The past few days I’ve felt like I’ve been constantly shitted on. No matter how hard I try, no matter how nice I am, someone has something hateful to say. Ya know what, fuck that.

Stop being an asshole to people. Stop making people feel like they don’t matter. Stop talking about people behind their backs. Stop being a jerk, just stop.

I decided I was going to come home from work and drink vodka cranberries– lots of vodka, splash of cranberry.

Here’s where the magic happened… I resisted. Instead of drowning myself in cheap vodka, I had frozen yogurt with chocolate chips. Does this make me an adult? I feel like it does.

Still might turn to the vodka.

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