stigma? stereotype? self fulfilling prophecy?
Bored and browsing tumblr, which I’ve never really done, I came across this photo. Amazing. Really, I love any picture of my favorite city, so this made me happy despite the fact that it’s almost ominous-looking.
(via indolent)
Seriously. I am nowhere near old enough for birthdays to start getting depressing. Yet the little kid in me that never had a party for fear of nobody showing up has come out.
I feel like if you’re young and recently unemployed, you basically have to blog stuff. So I’ve picked this back up. We’ll see how long it lasts… It’s a gloomy, post-birthday, relatively depressing kind of day so I really have nothing better to do than share my many adventures! Perhaps I will regale you with tales of my cleaning the apartment (oh, if these dust bunnies could talk!) or making coffee (did you KNOW that you can use Bounty paper towels in place of coffee filters??) or working out (if you can’t be rich, at least be skinny, right? …or try. kinda.)!
WHEW. Writing that was the most mental effort I’ve exerted in over a week. I’m gonna go drink my paper flavored coffee and watch E! for a while…
