Whatevs.

Now, I'm not some chick who obsesses over the amount of time it takes for people to respond to a text but no response at all irritates the shit out of me. If you text me in a week, I'll appreciate it as though you texted me in five minutes. People have shit to do and we forget. But you have to know something about me. When I text, I have a purpose. When I want to know how you are, I ask "How are you?" When I want to know what time and where to meet, I ask, "What time and where should we meet?" When I want to know where all the attitude is coming from, I ask, "What's wrong and who do we have to hate on?" My point is that I ALWAYS have a point. I am annoyingly independent and only ask questions that I can't answer myself. So when people start ignoring my texts for no fucking reason, I get irate. I won't say anything about it because what's the point in asking people what their problem is when they're basically telling you with their complete silence that they don't value you? That you are not important enough for a response, not even a small one? All in all, be kind to your friends and say something. Send a fucking emoji or gif. Hell, say "Busy right now" or "I don't know". Fuck, ANYTHING I can't wait for these people to have kids, grow old, and finally feel ignored. They obviously are so used to such a high level of attention that they don't think anyone is important enough for theirs

I drove my mother and myself to the grocery store. She stayed in the car and I ran in to grab something. When I was done, however, the sky opened up and the motherfucking Pacific Ocean poured out. I was NOT going to be stuck in that store when I need to home and drop the kids at the pool. HELL. FUCK. NO. Plus, there was a creepy dude with a rotisserie chicken who kept staring at me. This other millennial and I were not about to get stuck in that fucking grocery store so we rushed out. In prideful ignorance, I assumed that I'd be able to rush to my mommy and barely get wet. First, my slipper got stuck and I ran into the other millennial and nearly knocked her over. Second, I rush over to another car similar to my mom's and start banging on the window. By the time I realize that my mom is one car over, I was completely drenched. Third, I opened the door and could NOT stand the cold. Turned on the air-conditioning unit but I was still freezing. Decided to just take off my shirt. Basically, I drove home in a torrential downpour without a shirt. It was pretty cool. Downside to this whole tale? The store didn't have the exact size of fresh lumpia wrappers that I wanted. Had to settle with something else. The end. Epilogue - I still love the fucking rain. God Bless America.

On FB, one of my former coworkers posted a picture of her 4-year-old eating a huge cookie. She also mentioned that they ate cheesecake and drank a huge frozen coffee drink AND soda. This child is obese and I don't think she's been anything else since she was born. I hate seeing that shit. She's setting up her child for YEARS of health problems - diabetes, cholesterol, heart disease, breathing problems, gout... And here we're all supposed to Like the damn picture because she's cute. Childhood obesity, especially if it's caused by the parent's overindulgence and not some pituitary issue, is not fucking cute. If you really love your kid, fucking give the kid healthy eating habits early. I know adults who can't fucking eat a carrot because their parents didn't know how to parent. That shit is not cute. Seriously, obesity is an issue because we're sparing the vegetables and fattening up our children for some proverbial witch in the fucking woods in some candy cottage. Parents, if you're obese and you're making your kids obese, that doesn't mean they're simply "taking after you." No, you're creating them into your own dang image to satisfy some fucking vain need to perpetuate yourself. It's sick and your making your kids sick. STAHP YOUR SHIT.

I’m a terrible person. 

I was looking at the mirror and noticed that there were three zits on one side of my nose. I started grumbling to myself, "Ugh of course all the pimples have to be on ONE nose." I instantly caught my mistake and proceeded to berate myself ruthlessly - "Really?! On ONE nose? Would it be more attractive to have another nose with three more pimples so it's even?! Ugh, why are you so stupid? I'm so glad you didn't say that to someone else." Then I decided to write this entry to illustrate to myself how much of an asshole I am. Furthermore, I realized that's why I'm undateable.

5. I feel more liberated. I’m making new friends and planning my first birthday party without them. :) 

Come on, who isn’t happy to know that Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor could be together. Hell, John may have a family and not need to be the friggin’ savior of the universe.