27 9 / 2012
Open Letter to Facebook - I’m too much of a pussy to make this my status
I really don’t understand when Facebook became the forum where we brag about every step of our lives as we slowly turn into our boring ass parents? I end up spending hours of my time scrolling through pictures of engagement parties I wasn’t invited to, weddings I didnt attend, babies who aren’t that cute, and houses that are in the middle of surburban purgatory - obligated to like it all because at this age, these are the things we do.
Like while those things are good and normal and healthy - like why does no one celebrate the lesser, yet equally “likeable” accomplishments that happen in life like mine? For example: i moved out of an apartment and actually got my entire security deposit back? Huge. Or while I am still single as fuck, I made through another year not knocked up? Or the fact that I haven’t lost my camera, phone, keys or most of self respect after a night out in a really long time? Or that I have become completely financially dependent not having a job (yet)/husband/sugar daddy/my real daddy to support me? Or the fact I have almost made through law school without jumping off a fucking cliff? To me, these are big accomplishments yet somehow I fight my voyeuristic tendencies and manage to keep it to myself instead of paint all over Facebook for public consumption/approval/display.
Bitter rant now over. Like it if you do, don’t like it if you’re a terrorist.
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29 6 / 2012
Butterfly Twists Shoe Giveaway!!!
If you have been following me for awhile now, you know my absolute disdain for flats. At 5’10” I usually strut around in my giant hooker heels not caring how tall I am, or how much my feet hurt. As embarassing as it is to admit, I sometimes become that gross drunk girl at the end of the night who stumbles barefoot home… but thank God I have managed to avoid contracting tentus and/or aids from shattered glass or broken needles along the way.
ANYWAY, Butterly Twists is a British company that specializes in foldable flats/boots that can fit into a small bag, but help drunk asses (like myself) and weary feet make the walk home while wearing shoes. Vicki from BT graciously sent me a pair (thanks!), and… they are like a shoe equivalent of pajama jeans but SO much better. They look like stylish flats, feel like slippers, and most importantly, squish into a small bag for a night out. I am wearing the Olivia style, but due to my horrendous photography skills, the photo doesnt do it justice.
BT is allowing me to giveaway a pair of shoes (of your choice) to one lucky follower! Just write in the comment section of this post your twitter handle, and your favorite style of BTs, and one random winner be selected! Ill contact you with info on how to get your pair! Ends July 6th.
Check out the Olivia, and all the other styles here: http://butterflytwists.com/
And of course, go like Butterfly Twists on FB and follow them on twitter - and tell them I sent you!
and as usual, dont forget to order your lawschoolbetch tank! www.lawschoolwasted.blogspot.com :)
10 6 / 2012
lady in the streets…
I really hate being treated like a booty call. Like clockwork, a certain someone has been texting me on the weekends past the hour of 12 AM. Today, he decided to text me this afternoon, just to simply state that he was bored. I had a goldfish that died when I was eight too if we are telling stories to each other that don’t fucking matter. It would be one thing if he made an attempt to hang out, or get to know me, or preferably buy me dinner/drinks/clothes/drugs, but he’s trying to skip over go and slide directly into jail.
What dudes don’t seem to realize is that if we’re actually dating, Ill be the freakiest creepiest girl (within the confines of our non-marital bedroom)…if we’re dating. As long as that base layer level of respect and mutual adoration is laid, I’m dtf for about anything (except for my a-card*. That’s for my husband). If we’re not, however, don’t you fucking talk to me and don’t you think that texting me at 2:00 AM every weekend night will actually get you anywhere.
*anal, if you didn’t connect that.
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07 6 / 2012
drumroll please…Law School Betch TANKS
So I have been working hard on designing something that perfectly encapsulates my sassy ass attitude, which has resulted in this:
A lot of accounts sell merchandise that fucking sucks, frankly, but I wouldn’t put my name on anything that wasn’t absolutely amazing, so trust me. These tanks are straight fire. Anyway, they are available for pre-order now (you won’t be charged until it ships), and the first wave of orders will be shipped out in the beginning of July- and it’ll be well worth the wait.
One of the first twenty orders will be randomly chosen and shipped to you for free, so order up bitches!
Unrelated, I have some cool giveaways lined up for you as well, so stay tuned and stay sassy.
28 5 / 2012
I don’t think you guys understand the severity of the situation. I have been dating someone who treats my heart like monkey meat. I feel like a delusional, invisible person half the time, so I need to learn how to be treated well before it’s too late for me. - Girls
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22 5 / 2012
connecticutdream asked: Just want to tell you, I love your twitter! What school do you go to??
Aw thanks boo, thanks for following! I’ll tell once I graduate/land a job, but I attend a law school in the New England area!
21 5 / 2012
You know how my dad met my mom? He saw her shopping out and about one afternoon, and basically stalked the fuck out of her. He figured out who she was, who her family was and where she lived. He basically showed up to her house and refused to leave. Yes, this was creepy, but yes, they are still married a bazillion years later.
When a boy likes a girl, its really just science. It doesn’t matter how much of a player he is, how adamant he is on not comitting or having a girlfriend… he makes it known that he likes her. Whether its by being creepy and just “randomly bumping into her”, asking her out on a date, getting her number and attempting to get to know her… when a boy likes you, you know.
Yet, we girls spend all of our time rationalizing and making excuses why he hasn’t texted, called, come over, asked us out… and guess what? We are ALL FUCKING STUPID. If a guy doesn’t make a concerted effort to see you, its because he doesn’t like you. This is because hanging out with you or hooking up with you is way less important than whatever he’s doing instead, which is likely either: hooking up with other people, sleeping or jerking off.
I don’t understand why we constantly delude ourselves and wonder if a guy likes us, because its so clear. If we even have to ask, he doesn’t. Its that simple.
Think about your friends who have good boyfriends or are engaged/married. How did those relationships start? Likely, the guy put himself out there and pursued your friend, just like its supposed to happen.
Now, I am preaching as much to myself as I am to anyone else. The sooner we stop asking ourselves why its taking him 3 hours to respond to a simple text, or how come he is in pictures with tons of other girls, remind yourself, he doesn’t feel the same as you do. The sooner we realize this, the sooner we can move on and try to find someone worthy of our attention.
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21 5 / 2012
Guys who express how much they like you don’t mean shit. Guys who do shit to show you how much they like you are the ones that actually like you.
Ever read a letter from a bro at war? Ever actually seen a guy who was really into a girl? People do crazy shit for people they like and if this bro can’t even hop in his car and take a mini road trip once or twice, he’s probably not that into you.
- Betches Love This
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15 5 / 2012
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14 5 / 2012
“I don’t even want a boyfriend. I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time, and thinks I’m the best person in the world, and wants to have sex with ONLY me.” - Girls
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