You see how sports bars like Hooters attract men?
I mean I want to go to Hooters tbh, and yes I am a lady, and yes girls there are supposedly looking hot because of the skimpy clothes and stuff.
If you are a business person and want to attract a huge amount of women to a restaurant, you should think like the people behind Hooters, and NO! I am not trying to say that you should dress guys in a man thong to attract females, can you imagine a waiter like that?? Gross!! I don’t want a nutsack on my soup!! Thank you!!
Instead, dress your male waiters in suits along with suitcases and make them show their flawless credit report. Now that’s a turn on!
Meanwhile someone please take me to Hooters…
Being sick and unable to do stuff sucks, it makes me eat like a pig, not move from my couch/bed, wear sweatpants all day and look unflattery and unsexy but that’s cool in a way, what’s not cool is that I can’t even enjoy food since I can’t taste it with so many meds they gave me, I am thinking stuff, I can’t smoke while I think, I write, mostly random stuff, then I listen to music, then I think about him, then I think about me and everything is okay, then HE comes back to my mind, and then HE again, and HE..
So many thoughts, so many "what path should I take?”, then what if’s and how am I going to end?..
I am happy to be single, I am happy for what I got (even the sickness, cause apparently is the only thing that putted me down for rest after several weeks of work) I am happy, I just wish bleh…
That my life was like a movie, and every single problem I have was solved with a kiss, and an amazing indie song in the background.
I wish someone magnificent came walking through my door professing his love with a Peter Gabriel song on a boombox, saying Noah Callahan’s quotes to me (well not really, but maybe a “Chill, it’s not that complicated I love you” would help) but I guess in real life none of this nonsense happens, I heard special people gets this kind of details, and I guess I’m not special, but hey! I am unique and real, and reality is. I won’t hear the words ” I love you” in a long time.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.