Name: Danielle Age: 26 Location: St. Louis, MO
About Me: College student (double majoring in Secondary Ed. & English), anime fanatic, and lover of all things Japanese.
Likes: Matthew Hudson, cute boys with cats, cats/kitties, reading, baking, gaming, tattoos, animal rights, vegetarianism, Michael Cera, Alkaline Trio, Brand New, Jimmy Eat World, Ben Kweller, Death Cab For Cutie...
Dislikes: Hipsters, assholes, creepers, douchebags, people who think they're better than everyone else.
Fuck my life. Seriously. No one understands what I’ve gone through over the past 2 months, yet everyone feels they have the right to fucking judge me based upon a slew of Facebook posts I’ve made over the past month. Fuck that.
I’M ENGAGED! I’M ENGAGED! I’M ENGAGED! I’M ENGAGED! I’M ENGAGED! I’M ENGAGED!
Feeling like poo… Apparently it’s going to be AT LEAST another 3 years til I graduate, and that’s if I take 12 credits a semester. I should have thought a little harder before I decided to double major…
I am officially addicted to Ulta and Bare Minerals.
Dear Ulta:
Thank you for making me spend $70 on cosmetics. I guess it’s worth it for Bare Minerals & a couple OPI polishes.
Sincerely,
Danielle
Ugggggggggggggggggggggh…
I am a giant ball of emotions right now. I think Bruiser has an ear infection and it pisses me off so much that his former owners handed him over to the rescue in this condition. I can’t decide whether I should try to contact the rescue now or if I should wait til morning. I’m sitting here bawling as I type this. I can’t help but wonder if his former owners ever reacted like this when he was sick? This must be what having a child is like. He is not even my dog and I am a wreck.
Why is it so hard for most human beings to treat their pets the same was as they treat other members of their family?
Izzy is becoming more accepting of “the new big furry thing” aka her foster brother.
He’s become quite fond of snoozing on the couch.
Sleeping with his tongue out. Sooooo darn cute!
Introducing my foster English Bulldog, Bruiser! He is such a great boy, and it is a pleasure to have him in my home. :D
I’m pretty sure animals are the only beings capable of unconditional love. This is your proof. My cat sleeping on my chest.
Excited for what is to come in 2012. To start the year off, Matt & I are going to be fostering a 7 year old male English Bulldog named Bruiser. I wish I had pictures to share, but alas I do not. Once he is in my custody, I will try to share pictures of his chubby butt. Until then, be safe, & happy 2012!
Dear Tumblr:
Long time, no see.
I’m trying to figure out why parties/large gatherings of people make me reclusive & depressed… Went to a bday party w/ the bf tonight hoping to have a good time. He wound up getting drunk & I remained sober & rather depressed/disappointed due to the bars shitty beer selection. Nothing could cheer me up, so we left early, which made me feel even worse… This is like the 3rd time something like this has happened. I know it’s not Matt’s fault. Just something about being surrounded by a large group of people really gets me. I also think knowing that no one will ever care enough about me to throw me any sort of surprise party depresses me as well. I know Matt loves me, but goddamn do I feel alone right now. =[
Nothing cures a headache faster than some good old fashion sex.
Hey tumblr!
Bet you thought you lost me, huh? Just been busy as all hell studying for my Japanese class, plus working & spending time with Matt. Which btw, we are still very much in love & goin’ strong! Going on 4 months now! Feels like 4 years. My life is perfect.