and then who the hell was I?
Friday night and I am watching Beer Wars and online shopping. My life is so exciting tbh. I would've gone out but I a) have to work tomorrow (THANKS ASS.MAN. for scheduling me to work on my day off and really late to boot when I have to work really early the next day. The other ASS. MAN. would never do this to me, and I'm not saying that because I have an inappropriate crush on him either.) and b) after not having a period for nine weeks I always forget how much it sucks balls.
I had to go to Target to get supplies for the demon period from hell and made the mistake of going to Old Navy to try on shorts. Why do I always decide when I'm perma-bloated is an excellent time to go shopping for articles of clothing other than pajama pants? Also I don't know why I am shopping so much when I'm going to Portland next weekend. J Crew factory outlet will take my entire paycheck if Urban Outfitters and the sale section of Anthropologie doesn't get to it first.
I have had Skinny Love on perm repeat since last night too, what am I coming to? If I stop washing myself, send out an alert that I have become a hipster from 2008, k thanks.
Awkward party times last night. I smoked hookah for the first time (interesting but not really something I'm going to get obsessed over/seek out) and while I am glad it is warm enough to have parties outside now, it always makes for interesting parties where half the people are inside and half are outside. IDK. I'm glad adorable C and I ended up randomly jaunting to the park across the street and climbing the random dinosaur statue and then mentally matchmaking homeless people.
I am so close to some important goals that I can taste it. Really ready to triumphantly march into adulthood with all (okay, uh, most) of my shiz together. I feel like I'm making progress on all my new year's goals except the writing more (THIS SUMMER, YO.) so I'm pleasantly surprised. I did not think any of them were going to happen if you asked me in March, tbh.
Now if I could just finish Eat Pray Love already, hahahahahahahaha. Also finish Game of Thrones which bond_girl has been pimping to me like it's her full time job. And stop looking at pictures of Ritzy Byran before I decide to cut my hair like that (I really do not need to be that blonde or have hair that choppy.)
I had to go to Target to get supplies for the demon period from hell and made the mistake of going to Old Navy to try on shorts. Why do I always decide when I'm perma-bloated is an excellent time to go shopping for articles of clothing other than pajama pants? Also I don't know why I am shopping so much when I'm going to Portland next weekend. J Crew factory outlet will take my entire paycheck if Urban Outfitters and the sale section of Anthropologie doesn't get to it first.
I have had Skinny Love on perm repeat since last night too, what am I coming to? If I stop washing myself, send out an alert that I have become a hipster from 2008, k thanks.
Awkward party times last night. I smoked hookah for the first time (interesting but not really something I'm going to get obsessed over/seek out) and while I am glad it is warm enough to have parties outside now, it always makes for interesting parties where half the people are inside and half are outside. IDK. I'm glad adorable C and I ended up randomly jaunting to the park across the street and climbing the random dinosaur statue and then mentally matchmaking homeless people.
I am so close to some important goals that I can taste it. Really ready to triumphantly march into adulthood with all (okay, uh, most) of my shiz together. I feel like I'm making progress on all my new year's goals except the writing more (THIS SUMMER, YO.) so I'm pleasantly surprised. I did not think any of them were going to happen if you asked me in March, tbh.
Now if I could just finish Eat Pray Love already, hahahahahahahaha. Also finish Game of Thrones which bond_girl has been pimping to me like it's her full time job. And stop looking at pictures of Ritzy Byran before I decide to cut my hair like that (I really do not need to be that blonde or have hair that choppy.)