I want my baby back

I just want some ribs. I've never been unhappy while eating ribs. Ribs just take the pain and make it go away... and then come back after you're done because now you hate yourself for eating an entire rack of ribs by yourself and your face and fingers are now all sticky.

Today, I am in Hell.

I hate Nevada. It's hot and sticky outside all the time, and all you can see anywhere is dirt. I hate Nevada. But even worse than just Nevada in general, is Elko, Nevada. Besides the fact that Elko is hot and sticky and covered in dirt, it is one of those vacuum towns- anyone who is born there can't get out when they grow up, so it's just a small town filled with dead dreams and the people that can't escape it. And the way the boys stare... Gosh you would think they'd never seen a girl in their entire lives! I'm pretty sure that hell is a crowded Walmart on Black Friday located in Elko. Or maybe it's just a never ending AP test that you didn't study for given in the DMV. Either way, I don't want to go. And I just want to get out of Nevada.

Teenage Nothing is dating a real life boy?!?

pros and cons.

pros: he's funny, cute, nice, and he seems to like me.

cons: he wears fake glasses.

I just don't know if this is going to go anywhere...,,,

commas,,,

Commas. The vampire fangs of punctuation. I think instead of doing ellipses (...) it would make more of a statement to use commas. Example: I don't know... (meaning you are unsure and hesitant and therefore you look weak to your opponent) it becomes: I don't know,,, (now meaning, IDGAF, and I know I can take you.)   So make a statement, don't forget the commas,,,

pet peeve of the day.

pizza dabbers. Okay people, just eat the stinking pizza. If you take a napkin and dab off the grease, that is a literal crime. You're getting rid of the best part. (my favorite foods being grease, meat, and any sort of fried dough.) You know a slice is good when the grease pools in the melted and slightly browned cheese and crisped pepperoni. I bet no one has ever realized that a slice of pizza is such poetry as to not be tampered with, especially with the likes of a napkin.