Enochin on your door.

I feel like SHIT.  I need to start up a diet again and go back to the gym and work this jelly off of my ass that came from working 35 hours a week plus going to school and grabbing anything that was easy.
I have a wonderful boyfriend. Nothing else to say about that gem.
I’m waiting on ONE GRADE.  One grade that will either make me feel like this whole semester was worth while, or worth nothing.
I wish Lana Del Rey could perform live because I’d respect her so much more.  (Don’t argue with me about this, it’ll just piss me off).
I don’t know the next time i’ll put on makeup because I haven’t for like, a week; and my skin is clearing up which means way more to me than looking presentable.
I get to sleep in until 7:45 tomorrow and I’m freaking out because that’s sleeping in really late compared to what I’m used to.  
YAY, life is good. 

I have a boyfriend.  MUAHAHAHA. <3

There’s a guy in my life (like it’s not obvious enough with all the crap I post about him), and he has made me become increasingly more and more comfortable with myself than ever before.  I didn’t expect this to happen— but I guess people are right when they say that the best things come when you’re not looking.  Yay cliché!

I found out that one of my coworkers gets beaten by her husband.

She is the sweetest thing in the world.

So (naturally) I Facebook stalked her.

Her profile picture is of her and her husband.

All I could think while looking at the picture was,

You bastard.