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Any day that starts off with a federal offense is a good day, in my opinion.
The backstory on this is that my paycheck totally got mailed to my old address. So, clad in a brown tank top with sequins, blue track shorts that are three sizes too big, and a pair of high heeled kitten shoes (I was still half-asleep when I raced from the house after I woke up and realized the check would be at my old place), I secret agented my way into my old mailbox, and got my paycheck. Ok, by secret agented, I really still had my old mail key, but still, illegal!
I think the best part of this story is that when I was getting my check, this white serial killer van pulled up, and this guy was all like, "Mmmm, girl, I got steaks back at my place. Rib-eyes! They look almost as good as you, baby."
Living downtown is ridiculous at times....but I love it.
So, I sped to the bank, then went shopping (after changing my clothes, hah), even though it was declared an Ozone day for Evansville, and everyone was advised to stay indoors until the sun went down. Well, fuck that. I bought some awesome jeans, two shirts, five pairs of underwear (even a pair of ARGYLE ones, tee-hee!), body stuff, and then made a list for more items next week. There is a bra that I want super bad, but it will have to wait.
After shopping, I made red velvet cupcakes for Misti's family reunion tomorrow, and she cut my hair. I now have bangs, which is still really weird to me, but is looking better as I get used to them. It's cuter than I'm used to, is all. And the cut does make my face look thinner.
Speaking of thinner, I've lost 5 more pounds, hurrah!. This normal eating schedule thing has been awesome. Plus the whole no more being a drunken lush thing. I've determined that beer, rum, and vodka are probably my worst vices, and cutting back on them has really helped me feel better. I'd like to lose another 15 pounds before it gets really cold and I won't feel like going outside for anything.
Ok, excessive, "Ohmygod, I'm so fat"-ness over with.
Grr. I don't want to go to sleep now. I want to go dance to Journey again.
The backstory on this is that my paycheck totally got mailed to my old address. So, clad in a brown tank top with sequins, blue track shorts that are three sizes too big, and a pair of high heeled kitten shoes (I was still half-asleep when I raced from the house after I woke up and realized the check would be at my old place), I secret agented my way into my old mailbox, and got my paycheck. Ok, by secret agented, I really still had my old mail key, but still, illegal!
I think the best part of this story is that when I was getting my check, this white serial killer van pulled up, and this guy was all like, "Mmmm, girl, I got steaks back at my place. Rib-eyes! They look almost as good as you, baby."
Living downtown is ridiculous at times....but I love it.
So, I sped to the bank, then went shopping (after changing my clothes, hah), even though it was declared an Ozone day for Evansville, and everyone was advised to stay indoors until the sun went down. Well, fuck that. I bought some awesome jeans, two shirts, five pairs of underwear (even a pair of ARGYLE ones, tee-hee!), body stuff, and then made a list for more items next week. There is a bra that I want super bad, but it will have to wait.
After shopping, I made red velvet cupcakes for Misti's family reunion tomorrow, and she cut my hair. I now have bangs, which is still really weird to me, but is looking better as I get used to them. It's cuter than I'm used to, is all. And the cut does make my face look thinner.
Speaking of thinner, I've lost 5 more pounds, hurrah!. This normal eating schedule thing has been awesome. Plus the whole no more being a drunken lush thing. I've determined that beer, rum, and vodka are probably my worst vices, and cutting back on them has really helped me feel better. I'd like to lose another 15 pounds before it gets really cold and I won't feel like going outside for anything.
Ok, excessive, "Ohmygod, I'm so fat"-ness over with.
Grr. I don't want to go to sleep now. I want to go dance to Journey again.