Trying to repair a broken relationship, whether it’s romantic or platonic, is so fucking exhausting. It’s an uphill battle where I feel like we take one step forward and three steps back. I often question why after a year of doing this to myself, I continue down this path.

pretty convinced my neighbor killed his girlfriend

She went on a ‘trip to Chicago’ last weekend and I have yet to see or hear her since then. I live in an old house turned into apartments where you can’t fart without the neighbor hearing you so there’s no doubt I would have at least heard her voice through the floor or something.

Then, a couple days ago there was this awful smell like rotting ass. I accused my dog, Roxy, of having a rotten ass but it wasn’t her. The smell seemed to be coming from the vents.

Just now I heard someone vacuuming and now it smells very strongly of bleach.

Hmmm. Though I think he’s a too inept to actually carry out murdering someone and disposing of their body. He seriously rarely leaves the house and I went down there earlier today, to give them checks for the bills, and when I asked him if it was okay that I wrote one check to her and one check to the gas company he replied, “Um, I don’t know. She takes care of all the bills.” Really? You suck that much at life that your lady has to handle the bills even though you’re like 30? Oh, okay. Let’s hope he didn’t kill her because who would wipe his ass?

things bitches love: (part 2)

- yoga pants

- Gucci Gucci by Kreayshawn

- Ryan Gosling

part 1