demons, desires
Today I discovered that I've become boring. The fact that I feel the need to share this in my livejournal basically proves it. My mother and I were walking around where I grew up and we went into a shoe store where she bought 4-inch Lady Gaga fuck-me (yes, I know, ew) pumps with leather straps and I bought a pair of beige vintage-looking t-straps. Yes, I've become boring. The salesgirl LOVED my mother. Thought my mother was just the coolest. IDK, guys. I used to be colorful and interesting (looking) and now I've become this tank-top wearing, J-Crew slacks boring old stew of boring potatoes. Whoops?
I don't really have much else to say (again, boring). I'm waiting for J to come home from work (!!!), and I'm in bed, which is where I was when he left for work. I'm tired and I don't feel like going out tonight. The extent of my social behavior is pretty much drinking with my co-workers after work at the shop, or wanting a burger. I consider wanting a burger to be social, if only because it requires going out, since I refuse to cook a burger for myself at home. I guess when I say "wanting a burger," what I really mean is "wanting Shake Shack," which is a sincere and documented addiction. No really, I swear.
Anyway, J is home now and I'm still in bed feeling weirdly cranky about being boring and not making enough money but needing to take more responsibility, and also about how messy my apartment is and how little motivation I feel to clean it. Lethargy, thy name is my curse. I may get brunch with a friend tomorrow, or I may not.
If I had to choose the most interesting thing I did today it was probably when I put in eyedrops while driving, and then didn't have tissues, and then had tearing eyes, and then actually started crying, and then put on Stevie Nicks because if you're already crying for no reason, why the hell not keep going, right?
Lastly, my final tweet for today was, "Oh goodness, is it one of those nights when I read FandomSecrets and feel sorry for myself (!!!!) before going to bed early?" Facts, internet. True facts.
I don't really have much else to say (again, boring). I'm waiting for J to come home from work (!!!), and I'm in bed, which is where I was when he left for work. I'm tired and I don't feel like going out tonight. The extent of my social behavior is pretty much drinking with my co-workers after work at the shop, or wanting a burger. I consider wanting a burger to be social, if only because it requires going out, since I refuse to cook a burger for myself at home. I guess when I say "wanting a burger," what I really mean is "wanting Shake Shack," which is a sincere and documented addiction. No really, I swear.
Anyway, J is home now and I'm still in bed feeling weirdly cranky about being boring and not making enough money but needing to take more responsibility, and also about how messy my apartment is and how little motivation I feel to clean it. Lethargy, thy name is my curse. I may get brunch with a friend tomorrow, or I may not.
If I had to choose the most interesting thing I did today it was probably when I put in eyedrops while driving, and then didn't have tissues, and then had tearing eyes, and then actually started crying, and then put on Stevie Nicks because if you're already crying for no reason, why the hell not keep going, right?
Lastly, my final tweet for today was, "Oh goodness, is it one of those nights when I read FandomSecrets and feel sorry for myself (!!!!) before going to bed early?" Facts, internet. True facts.