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I just played with my boobs in the mirror for far too long.

College-graduate life. <3

I keep running into so many people when walking around in my neighborhood.

“Oh you graduated! Congratulations! I see you’re getting settled back in here, eh?” 

 Shutupshutupshutupshutup.

Yes, I graduated. Thank you. Yes, I’m back home. Getting settled? Well, I guess you could call it that, but that also makes it sound like I’m planning on sticking around here a lot longer than I intend to.

Ugh.

I just don’t know.

I went to BJ’s earlier today to buy yogurt and the girl checking my receipt at the door totally knows me—we went to high school together, she was a year older than me, she always had the biggest crush on one of my old boyfriends and I think secretly resents me because I was the one that actually dated him, for 7 months in the 10th-11th grade thank you very much—yet didn’t even say one word to me.

Yeah fuck this place.

Whatever happened to people being friendly, eh?

I’m over it.

I have work in two hours, thank holy God, because I haven’t worked since Saturday and I’m just about to lose my freaking mind.