I'm sick and tired of "adults" acting like children. People as a whole need to chill the fuck out, calm the fuck down, and act their fucking age. Fuck!
Yesterday my parents bought a new car. The deal didn't go exactly the way my mom wanted, and she threw a temper tantrum that ended with her throwing a pen at another person. But, some good came out of the drama. My parents now own a brand new Jetta, and I got this
I <3 hand-me-downs. Saabs are so 2008.
My boss, Marlene, was a Playboy Bunny at the Playboy club in Chicago when she was my age. We found a vendor selling light up furry bunny ears, and Marlene promptly bought some. I spent the rest of the night wearing them and some random man invited me onto his yacht. I told him my name was Vivika.
"It's 160 feet!' he said
"There's a helicopter!" he said
Wow. I'm so impressed that you can rent a helicopter. Call me when you buy your own jet.
*ahem* anyway....
I'm getting paler.
Marlene also bought a crazy light up magic wand thing and made me pose with it. Just as a warning, this is the only photo I've ever posted of me genuinely smiling. Although I'm fairly bubbly and am always smiling, I hate my smile and don't let it be photographed. (how many times can I say smile in one paragraph?)
gasp, sudder
Anyway, I'm cutting some nouns (persons, places, things) out of my life that cause unnecessary stress. I'm tired of dealing with people that don't make me happy. They'll survive without me. They are not my problem anymore.
So, SG, tell me your dream job. (I always wanted to be a Playboy Bunny in the 60s. Clearly this job opportunity will never present itself to me.)
xoxo
Stockholm
Yesterday my parents bought a new car. The deal didn't go exactly the way my mom wanted, and she threw a temper tantrum that ended with her throwing a pen at another person. But, some good came out of the drama. My parents now own a brand new Jetta, and I got this
I <3 hand-me-downs. Saabs are so 2008.
My boss, Marlene, was a Playboy Bunny at the Playboy club in Chicago when she was my age. We found a vendor selling light up furry bunny ears, and Marlene promptly bought some. I spent the rest of the night wearing them and some random man invited me onto his yacht. I told him my name was Vivika.
"It's 160 feet!' he said
"There's a helicopter!" he said
Wow. I'm so impressed that you can rent a helicopter. Call me when you buy your own jet.
*ahem* anyway....
I'm getting paler.
Marlene also bought a crazy light up magic wand thing and made me pose with it. Just as a warning, this is the only photo I've ever posted of me genuinely smiling. Although I'm fairly bubbly and am always smiling, I hate my smile and don't let it be photographed. (how many times can I say smile in one paragraph?)
gasp, sudder
Anyway, I'm cutting some nouns (persons, places, things) out of my life that cause unnecessary stress. I'm tired of dealing with people that don't make me happy. They'll survive without me. They are not my problem anymore.
So, SG, tell me your dream job. (I always wanted to be a Playboy Bunny in the 60s. Clearly this job opportunity will never present itself to me.)
xoxo
Stockholm
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and you shouldn't hate your smile, it's very beautiful.
second, marlene looks like she could be your young mother