my name is Miranda and I suffer from severe self-image issues.
Name: Miranda.
Tumblr Name: Mcovington
Nicknames: Mirr. Ryan calls me some interesting ones.
Birthday: July 26th.
Age: 19
Location: Quincy, Illinois.
Current school/job: Keeper of my house. It’s hard to work around Ryan’s schedule with one car.
Sexual orientation: I love men.
Status: Married for nine months.
Random fact about yourself: I have baby fever right now.
Hobbies/Interests: Reading, writing, hanging out at the library, road tripping, kittens, lost, tattoos, movies, looking at photography but not doing it like everyone else.
Do you smoke/drink: Negative and negative.
Favorite Tumblr blogs?: The people who live near me because I know what the fuck they are talking about. Also, vanduker, fireyholocaust, and a couple of others that i can’t think of.
Why Tumblr?: I really liked it before tumblarity. And now I’m not sure why I still have it. Now it’s just a big popularity contest. And I don’t want to win.
Update-ish
I guess winter really is here and it’s depressing.
I hate snow, I hate cold, I hate being a little scared to drive because I’m scared my truck will destroy all the little cars if I hit them.
But Christmas is almost here and I love Christmas.
Ryan talked to our landlord this morning (he had come by to salt our steps for us cause we live on the third floor. Isn’t that cute?) and he said that he might have an apartment available in a couple weeks.
2 bedroom, about 600 a month. Ground floor. And apparently it’s really nice.
So that’s good news, because then we can has a baby.
I think I’m getting a tattoo this weekend but I have no idea where to go to get it around Quincy. I am NOT going to Fadz (the name is super gay and the men there creep me out) and I refuse to go to Pleasurable Pain (also creepy men, I don’t want them touching me) so I guess I’ll see.
I wish I had something to waste my time today. Maybe I’ll go hang out with my mom.
How sad is it that
I feel the need to post something so awesome that I get like 45343 followers and then I search around for something to post and then I give up because I stop caring like 12 seconds later.
So frustrated
I just want to kick something.
Why can’t people just be honest??
conclusion:
i’m not cool enough for this tumblr buisiness.
i should just get a livejournal.
i just unfollowed a lot of peopleeee. :/
I don’t feel like I’m cool enough either, tumblr was so much better before the whole tumblarity business.
| Me: | Hey do you have any tylenol? I have a really bad headache. |
| Sister: | I have some hydrocodone (reaches into bra to get them) |
| Me: | You know you have a pill problem when you use those like tylenol, right? |
One minute you’re defending the whole galaxy, and, suddenly, you find yourself sucking down Darjeeling with Marie Antoinette and her little sister.
I am MISSES NESBIT.
Oh and appartently
When I get ‘with child’ there is a 50% chance that I’ll have twins.
Clomid itself will give me a 1/10 chance.
My dad had twin aunts and my mom had twin uncles.
