Venezuela Rising: As the crisis continues, it seems that protesters will stop at nothing until they see a change in their government.
Social anxiety is a bitch.
My co-worker invited me to an office party at his apartment. I threw up at the thought of being in a large outing.
Go ahead, tell me to man up or stop being a pussy. I’ve already acknowledged that a long time ago and it didn’t help
My calculated tax refund is enough to pay off three months for certain bills.
After working and helping out with mortgage payments, I still have enough to move out. I would like to buy a used car but I don’t have enough credit history to even lease one. Not my fault I paid off my student loans immediately. Plus my job sucks in pay so that doesn’t help either with annual income. Plus I can’t really drop cash for down payments either lol. Kind of stinks. I can’t really conserve money if I want a good credit history. Unless I’m buying a home, I wouldn’t want a loan either. Those interest rates make me want to cry.
I kind of imagine my personal accountant as Van sometimes. With a ragged suit and tie. Smoking multiple cigarettes with his feet up on the table.
"Man I have no fucking clue" he would say.
Me too bro
I’ll never get to the sexy level of looks in my life.
But being called a sweetie pie is a small victory in my book.
I like pie.
“Ladies, if you got 14 women hating you on you, then you need to figure out how the fuck to get to 16 before the summer gets here. What the fuck is you mad about? Fellas, if you got 20 haters, you need 40 of them motherfuckers. What the fuck is you complaining about?”
This woman was kind of enough to let me sleep on her shoulder on the train. I was drooping off my head, side to side.
Thank you ma’am :)
I think the best conversations in my life have come from people with severe anger issues, people suffering from depression, and pessimistic loners. Not only do they relate to me, they tell the BEST jokes. Seriously, people with issues or low-self esteem are the best comedians in the world. They know how to make fun of themselves and make it hurt. It’s fucking hilarious. I can joke about my personal mental issues when I’m with them.
Maybe that’s why I’m drawn towards absolute stalker psychos.
They’d make me laugh before they kill me.