“If you want to be like Chris Colfer, this is your chance Tash.” I love you mother. The fact that you know what he’s done makes me so happy.
Holy fuck. I have a boyfriend. I actually have a boyfriend. Like seriously, I actually have an actual legit boyfriend. OMG. Why am I just realizing this now? It only took a week. Shit, I actually have one.
I just told my aunt that I write gay porn and the first thing she said was, “God I love you.” My family is awesome.
I just found a dance from my High School of us doing Thriller with white gloves, a white hat and a white shirt under black light. I forgot how cool this was! :D Seriously, it’s kick ass!
I just spent a half hour talking about cow dung, cow urine and a shit spreader with my family. This is precisely why I love them.
“Well your havin your Christmas their? Lame!”
REALLY BITCH REALLY. YOU’RE SERIOUSLY TEXING ME THAT SHIT?
Let me lay down the problems that I have with this.
1. “your” Your means it’s a fucking possession, this is supposed to be you are, because you’re directing it at me, saying I am fucking having.
2. “havin” If you’re going to do it that way, put the fucking apostrophe after it!
3. “their” Their means it’s a fucking possession, this is supposed to refer to the fucking location.
4. “Lame!” Don’t tell me my Christmas plans are lame, especially when Christmas means so much to me.
How fucking thick are you? That just hurts okay? So yes, I’m going to a town that sounds like a kinky upside down gay sex position, yeah it’s awkward, but honestly, I find it hilarious and I’m embracing it.
You don’t say stuff like that to me, that really hurts okay? You know nothing about my life, the way my family lives their lives, you don’t have any right to say something like that to me.
And since I’m bitching you out, can we go over to the fact that you’re 25 and you still act like you’re a kid? It’s okay for some people to do that, because it’s in their nature. But I can see that it’s not really who you are. You’re just trying to be like me, you’re trying to reclaim your youth through me. I don’t appreciate it. It honestly annoys the hell out of me. You’re not that kind of person okay? You’re not a five year old like some of us actually are, you’re just trying too fucking hard.
Let’s not forget that you’re 25 and your grammar fucking sucks.
I just realized I have to memorize a poem by tomorrow. I don’t even know what poem to memorize. Oh great.