Recently I was a victim of an Uber Eats driver named James, who stole my food and my tip. Now I went OFF on Uber Eats, I’m not someone who takes hunger lightly. Hangry is an understatement. If I see James I’m ruining his car, something, anything.
They refunded me my money, tip included, but the trauma remains.
All I want is food and affection and James ruined the former. How do you handle hanger? Via: Square Sayings
Actually my favorite parts of winter (since this was a restricted one):
-The seasonal cheer
-Spending time with loved ones
-Everyone getting excessively drunk
-The ambiance of restaurants, crowded, surging with energy and merriment from over indulgence
-Rich, decadent food
-Glamorous outerwear, thigh highs and throws and furs
-Snuggling up in blankets (I still do this during the summer idc)
– Magnificent window displays
-First blankets of snow
-That crisp, sharp air that wakes you up
Each season holds something grand. Did I miss anything? Via: Square Sayings
This goes for family, friends, strangers who pretend to know me, miserable celebrities included. Unless you’re building a life with someone and other obvious exceptions, you don’t owe anyone an explanation on what you’re doing. I’m the type of person who minds their business, in fact I’m so busy doing so I don’t pay attention to everyone else. Unless you fuck with me, then you made the choice to be ripped to shreds. It boggles my mind how many people feel they can pry into your life; all I have to do is stay black and die. I’m an extremely private person, I don’t live my life for other people, I live for my purpose. Are there people in your life who make you feel you owe them an explanation? Who do you need to tell to back off? Are you someone who feels entitled to answers about other people? If so where do you get off? Artist: Square Sayings
Chomping at the bit for the days I can go out and order a glass with friends. Definitely took restaurants for granted. Missing the ambiance and those frenetic New York City weekends filled with so much potential. A blank night waiting to be filled with stories of hardworking denizens, looking to exercise their demons. Truthfully my first drink order will be a plain margarita, salted rim. What you sippin on tonight? Via: Square Sayings
Am I right?
Via: Square Sayings