baked potato head
It's glorious out.
I think this year may mark my transition into old-person-status and make the switcharound from Summer to Winter being my least favorite season of all time.
Seriously. The cold is miserable and I don't want to do anything.
So I'm desperatly looking forward to it not getting dark out at 5, and being able to walk around outside (and by walk around I mean, yaknow, from my car to my house, to the Mobil at the end of the street. Not a marathon. I'm no less lazy.) without freezing my tits off.
Prolly doesn't help that I refuse to wear climate-appropriate footwear. Who clings futilely to flats and mary janes without socks in February?
Anyway,
I'm dying my hair all Dark Teal. Hopefully it's beautiful.
And aside from the freeze, everything in my life is almost right where I want it to be right now. I'm way happy.
AND! ooh! Imma do my taxes. And get a million monies. And pay all my bills for the next year so I can spend my bi-weekly earnings on decadence and debauchery (translate: take-out and shoes).
I think this year may mark my transition into old-person-status and make the switcharound from Summer to Winter being my least favorite season of all time.
Seriously. The cold is miserable and I don't want to do anything.
So I'm desperatly looking forward to it not getting dark out at 5, and being able to walk around outside (and by walk around I mean, yaknow, from my car to my house, to the Mobil at the end of the street. Not a marathon. I'm no less lazy.) without freezing my tits off.
Prolly doesn't help that I refuse to wear climate-appropriate footwear. Who clings futilely to flats and mary janes without socks in February?
Anyway,
I'm dying my hair all Dark Teal. Hopefully it's beautiful.
And aside from the freeze, everything in my life is almost right where I want it to be right now. I'm way happy.
AND! ooh! Imma do my taxes. And get a million monies. And pay all my bills for the next year so I can spend my bi-weekly earnings on decadence and debauchery (translate: take-out and shoes).