As it turns out, drunk trust falling that girl at the top of the waterslide didn't really work out for anyone..

on a lighter note

 a friend recently told me this:

 "Here’s the thing about confidence:  it’s a 100% “fake it til you make it” situation.  Every single person walking this planet has insecurities. All confidence is is any Joe Shmoe who got out of bed one day and decided to stop being sad, start looking people in the eye, and stop speaking like every sentence ends in a question.  Everyone has the power to be a really cool person that everyone likes if they just recognize that they’re never going to be Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie or whoever the fuck they wish they were and just be the cool people that they were born to be. 

Millions of people bought that book The Secret to try to see if they could attract some good shit in their lives but all they had to do was download Keri Hilson’s rendition of Soulja Boy’s “Turn My Swag On.”  Boom. "

so take that, and go Boom 

I have alwaus wanted to run an advice column...okay not really....but really...no ..uhm

i think that in between alienating conversations and awkward silences it would be fun to drop some knowledge on your *expletive* arse so send me some questions via that little "tell me something" link...you can be anon.

 and i will occasionally browse through the questions and on a not so timely fashion, post some remarks and answers to your urgent questions

sound fair? 

 disclaimer: mah iPhone might be auto correcting all my fucks into ducks. which makes my strong worded texts look harmless and adorable. Its up for you to decide