Why don’t people understand how to comfort anymore. I’m super depresssed and stressed out with working so much and lonely at home and all my boyfriend says is “stop it” and my mom just tells me to go take a nap. Sorry I just need a fucking hug - guess that’s too much for you all to handle.
I think I’ll try to go meet Robert Downey Jr. on Wednesday. He’s only an hour away from me filming a new movie.
How cool would that be?
As actors not characters ScarJo and Chris are super cute together. Loved them together in the Nanny Diaries… but as Captain America and Black Widow - nah. I’m not a huge fan of the Black Widow character to begin with so that definitely taints my opinion on them falling in love.
Second, Iron Man 3 wasn’t as good as it could have been and didn’t follow the comic books at all. They completely changed the storyline of the Manderin and extremis, which was disappointing. They spent too much time on action scenes and funny one-liners to level it up to the Avengers - which they failed to do in my opinion. Anyone on tumblr who follows my blog knows I’m a huge Iron Man/Tony Stark fan and that I was super excited for the film… but I held it up to such high expectations and ended up letting myself down when I didn’t like it.
Hope it’s a “funny” way of hiding from someone… because this is not okay in my book. Don’t make Captain American 2 as lame as Iron Man 3 was!
Literally going to bed at 6pm today when I come home from work. I’m so sick of rotting away in the mall at hallmark doing every thing in that fucking store. One person can not do it all. I’m so tired, I can’t sleep, and I’m losing weight because I basically only eat for a half hour each day.
I praise the day I don’t ever have to work in a retail store again. I just want to die. I hate that most of my week is devoted to other people. I don’t even care about my appearance anymore. I basically work 7 days straight. I just want a day off so I can sleep and cry about my lame life. I can’t see my friends because god forbid I ask for a fucking day off. I never have dinner with my parents. Why? Just to pay off my stupid fucking loans. I’m so frustrated.