Road Rage Kills.
Hey everyone.
So, I went out with Pat yesterday for our "annual" mall date. We started off our day stalking the garage parking lot in Carousel Center for a parking space. Bahaha we got one. So first off, I went for a hair cut. Oh, it was drastic. I had only wanted a few inches off the back with maybe a set of bangs to change up my look for the first time since seventh grade. My hair is back to being shoulder length and I have a full set of bangs. Just ask Pat, I really did it. She cut about 9 inches off the bottom of my hair, 'cause apparently it was dead from the bleaching it received last winter. So whatev. It looks alright I guess, but I have to figure out what the hairdresser did with my bangs to make them look good, 'cause I woke up this morning and it was scary, y'all.
After Pat sat through that, it was off to the chocolate store to buy grieving food for my hair. We indulged in two Lindt truffles (I had a peanut butter, he had a milk chocolate), and I bought my mom a couple chocolate candy bars because she was sad when she was out of chocolate. Then we decided we wanted to eat lunch at Panera, which of course is not in Carousel Center. So we gave up our precious parking space for lunch. Lunch was goo. Yay Panera.
After Pat's fucked up parking job at Panera, we headed over toGreat Northern Mall and played dress-up. I tried on some dresses in an attempt to find one for Winterfest (I didn't find one, they all made the chachas looks gigantic and slutty), and I dressed him up as a candy cane. Okay, not really. But I did dress him up in various things and he in various things and in the end we convinced each other to spend some money and indulge in our clothing crush and headed back home.
Overall, a good mall date. Thanks, Pat.
The rest of the day was shit. So I went to bed at 9:30. Not because I was tired, but because it wasn't even worth it to stay awake. Don't you hate it when that happens?
It's 9:30 the next morning and I'm watching Jerry Springer. Hurray for me... not. I need to find a hobby, or a life.
So, I went out with Pat yesterday for our "annual" mall date. We started off our day stalking the garage parking lot in Carousel Center for a parking space. Bahaha we got one. So first off, I went for a hair cut. Oh, it was drastic. I had only wanted a few inches off the back with maybe a set of bangs to change up my look for the first time since seventh grade. My hair is back to being shoulder length and I have a full set of bangs. Just ask Pat, I really did it. She cut about 9 inches off the bottom of my hair, 'cause apparently it was dead from the bleaching it received last winter. So whatev. It looks alright I guess, but I have to figure out what the hairdresser did with my bangs to make them look good, 'cause I woke up this morning and it was scary, y'all.
After Pat sat through that, it was off to the chocolate store to buy grieving food for my hair. We indulged in two Lindt truffles (I had a peanut butter, he had a milk chocolate), and I bought my mom a couple chocolate candy bars because she was sad when she was out of chocolate. Then we decided we wanted to eat lunch at Panera, which of course is not in Carousel Center. So we gave up our precious parking space for lunch. Lunch was goo. Yay Panera.
After Pat's fucked up parking job at Panera, we headed over toGreat Northern Mall and played dress-up. I tried on some dresses in an attempt to find one for Winterfest (I didn't find one, they all made the chachas looks gigantic and slutty), and I dressed him up as a candy cane. Okay, not really. But I did dress him up in various things and he in various things and in the end we convinced each other to spend some money and indulge in our clothing crush and headed back home.
Overall, a good mall date. Thanks, Pat.
The rest of the day was shit. So I went to bed at 9:30. Not because I was tired, but because it wasn't even worth it to stay awake. Don't you hate it when that happens?
It's 9:30 the next morning and I'm watching Jerry Springer. Hurray for me... not. I need to find a hobby, or a life.