It’s like the universe is playing a sick joke on me.

If someone is excited about getting married, don’t tell them that they are too young and need to “live a little” first, or that weddings are overrated and a waste of money. That is so rude. Especially when you don’t know them that well. I don’t need to “live a little” before brad and I get married. What am I supposed to fulfill? Am I supposed to party, get drunk, have sex with a bunch of guys I don’t know and then wake up one morning naked, pregnant, and infested with std’s? How do you know that my life is more fulfilling without Brad than it is with him? He is my best friend and I want to experience life with him, and nothing makes me happier than exactly that. Waiting around to do so is a much bigger waste to me.

I’m sitting in a doctor’s office to make an appointment, but there’s nobody here to help me?? This is weird….

I am so sick of jumping out of my skin every time my dad pounds on my wall to get my attention….

There’s this one guy on my friends list who is constantly advertising his Mormon faith. And by advertising I mean, “Have a problem? Mormonism can fix that. Go to Mormon.org to learn more!”

It’s really awesome when my parents bring home food for themselves but nothing for me. They always have excuses too. “We didn’t know you’d be home.” Well I kinda live here, and it’s called a cell phone.

In Southern California during the winter 79 degrees is hot. During the summer 79 degrees is cold.

I will never eat at Jack in the Box, if not for how gross the food is, then for how FUCKING annoying their commercials are.