Here are some late night ramblings. I’m aware this all makes me sound like an idiot. I’ve been awake since 5am and I’m hopped up on drugs to get rid of this stupid rash on my hands.

I’m sick of guys being into stereotypical pretty girls. The ones with the done up faces that complain about how long it takes them. And the 5-inch heels they complain they can’t walk in. And the little dresses that they complain their boobs have popped out of. 

I might just be jealous because I can never pull it off. Or maybe guys need to stop assuming that all dykey/tomboyish girls are lesbians. There is that possibility that your bro-y brogirl-friend is into you. Or under all the collared, plaid shirts and cargo shorts and baggy jeans there’s actually frilly, cute underwear hiding under all that.