My name's Olivia and I am completely and totally and forever in love with my dog and I couldn't care less how weird or creepy or whatever else you think it is. I live in an apartment with my sister. She's my best friend and if your soul mate could be your sister, that's what she is. She balances me out perfectly. I also spent a month in Europe once. It was magical and terrible and very very worth it.
ive been unplugging your toaster when i come over to get my mail bc the thought of u dying in a spontaneous toaster fire that i couldve prevented makes me cry
Buddy Garrity, I hate that you are right.
So I finished my paper and it’s 4:40 am and I drank a red bull like four or so hours ago and will I ever sleep? I feel the impression of exhaustion w no need to sleep. And I feel such RELIEF from finishing the paper. Its like, no more stress until after thanksgiving. I just have to ride out the next two days and a 9 hour shift. Weeeee.
Ps tinder is creepy.
I had this horrible dream about my godmother dying and when I woke up, sirens were blaring outside my window and I thought maybe my dream was a premonition to Sara getting seriously injured or something so I started texting her like crazy and fell back asleep and had a nightmare of what it would be like if she died. She called me an hour later and asked why. I explained still half asleep and she said I was weird and hung up. Whatever. That bitch is my favorite part about living here. I couldn’t lose her. It would destroy me.
I was on the fourth floor of the library when a white plastic bag caught my eye. I looked because I thought it was a balloon. Nope. A plastic bag whose biggest dream was to fly.