![So, originally I had this grand plan to set out dates for how my goals were gonna work out (long term and detailed ones), that’s what I told my sexy/bear/guyfriend Evan would be posted tonight (he’s the main reason why I’m pushing myself to move/do something…that’s why I posted this photo.[I wish we had a better photo, but my dumbass always forgets my camera. Nevertheless, here be a photo of us drunk as fuck at a club]), but I’ve found myself still kinda thinking about what the hell long term goals are, or more or less what I “want” to do. Which…hehe…everybody who knows me pretty well, knows that I want to be a gogo dancer. Of course my body is kinda eh. But fuck it—I’m gonna be a sexy bitch by May so I can work down in so-cal while I’m getting my credentials this summer (I also wanna do it cause Anthony and me always claim were gonna be slutty bitches when we go out, but we don’t get that slutty—which means—I need to be more active and not run, but instead lift [and do other random work out stuff of that sort]).
I also still needto/ wanna do poetry. So I’m gonna hit up my English professors and see if I have a chance this semester. I need ten poems—fuck me, good ones too.
These goals aren’t as long as I would have liked, but I’m moving.
Good night everyone…hehe…sometimes I wonder if people even read this stuff :3 (give me a sign yo)](http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxze6pCvRk1qag27wo1_250.jpg)
So, originally I had this grand plan to set out dates for how my goals were gonna work out (long term and detailed ones), that’s what I told my sexy/bear/guyfriend Evan would be posted tonight (he’s the main reason why I’m pushing myself to move/do something…that’s why I posted this photo.[I wish we had a better photo, but my dumbass always forgets my camera. Nevertheless, here be a photo of us drunk as fuck at a club]), but I’ve found myself still kinda thinking about what the hell long term goals are, or more or less what I “want” to do. Which…hehe…everybody who knows me pretty well, knows that I want to be a gogo dancer. Of course my body is kinda eh. But fuck it—I’m gonna be a sexy bitch by May so I can work down in so-cal while I’m getting my credentials this summer (I also wanna do it cause Anthony and me always claim were gonna be slutty bitches when we go out, but we don’t get that slutty—which means—I need to be more active and not run, but instead lift [and do other random work out stuff of that sort]). I also still needto/ wanna do poetry. So I’m gonna hit up my English professors and see if I have a chance this semester. I need ten poems—fuck me, good ones too. These goals aren’t as long as I would have liked, but I’m moving. Good night everyone…hehe…sometimes I wonder if people even read this stuff :3 (give me a sign yo)
