Ouch. OUCH.

girls.

yap yap yap

gay + ass = gas

HAND TATTOO OUCHIE OUCH.

if you’re a football fan i think you’re a red flag

i’m going to lose my mind if my coworker acts any more manager-y. go fuck yourself Sara.

team function 👎👎👎👎

it’s crazy how much an inflated ego can truly effect you especially if you have an intense internal locus of control.

i freaked out over the texture of my chicken earlier, burritos i had meal planned for the next week and the texture of my chicken isn’t right because i got chicken thighs instead of breasts. i didn’t like them.

in reality, i had spent 3 hours preparing these just to be disappointed by the outcome, and its just one of those things that happen and thats okay.

but instead, i blame myself for getting the wrong type of chicken without realizing it- my disappointment with all of this effort i put in, and im bullying myself over and over expecting a different result. my ego is bruised- all because of a small mistake that anybody could have easily overlooked.

i have 10 burritos that i don’t like, and that’s okay- logically. emotionally it’s not and it’s a wild experience realizing life never truly dealt with learning how to feel disappointment without self deprecation.

😟😟

your mom??

My dad.