Were Jim's parents' first cousins that were also bad at ping pong?
I'm off tomorrow after a half day put in at work, so you know what this means, re: my lack of meme diligence: blatant cheating, ahoy! What else is new?
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
I wasted a good part of my morning watching Natalie Tran's YouTube channel until I had a sudden freak out about CHORES (SEE: FAILURE TO DO), and so I spent the next several hours being housekeep-y enough to do my grandmother proud (rest her OCD soul). So the good news is that I have clean bedding and clothes. The bad news is that I need to reassemble my freshly laundered life into a suitcase.
My new dilemma is that great week-long packing challenge. The variables: hiking, PMS, cute vs. practical shoes, and chocolate-covered macadamia nuts. True story: my former bedroom in my parents' house has been converted into an office-slash-ye-olde-candy-shoppe. The last time I went away on a trip, half of my suitcase was filled with boxes of chocolate for gifting/bribing people. This is primarily because my mom would die of bitter, bitter shame if it was discovered that I spoke two words to some stranger without thanking them properly. With chocolate. Coffee's another popular gifting choice, but I am Heavily Advised to take the chocolate because it is known that I won't eat it instead. I know! I am weirdly particular about my sugar habits.
Anyway, I am only about a quarter of the way done mulling over the essentials (i.e. moisturizer, how to secure so that it's not a lemongrass-scented bomb waiting to happen?), so naturally, plenty of time for further procrastination! Here, have some wise words of one Ms. Kelly Kapoor:
I don't talk trash; I talk smack. They're totally different. Trash talk is all hypothetical like 'Your Mama's so fat she could eat the internet' but smack talk is happening like right now, like you're ugly and I know it for a fact cause I got the evidence right there.
Also, it has turned into October while I wasn't looking, all sneaky-like. Halloween gets me worked up way in advance due to its being about MONSTERS AND DISGUISES AND CANDY OH MY, but I can never plan wisely enough for it. A good rule of thumb that I try to abide by on the costume spectrum, is that what's thumbs up for kids is generally questionable for anyone else. Case in point: I adore Max and his wolf suit as much as anyone, but let's make a pact not to be creepy dudes this Halloween, okay?
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
I wasted a good part of my morning watching Natalie Tran's YouTube channel until I had a sudden freak out about CHORES (SEE: FAILURE TO DO), and so I spent the next several hours being housekeep-y enough to do my grandmother proud (rest her OCD soul). So the good news is that I have clean bedding and clothes. The bad news is that I need to reassemble my freshly laundered life into a suitcase.
My new dilemma is that great week-long packing challenge. The variables: hiking, PMS, cute vs. practical shoes, and chocolate-covered macadamia nuts. True story: my former bedroom in my parents' house has been converted into an office-slash-ye-olde-candy-shoppe. The last time I went away on a trip, half of my suitcase was filled with boxes of chocolate for gifting/bribing people. This is primarily because my mom would die of bitter, bitter shame if it was discovered that I spoke two words to some stranger without thanking them properly. With chocolate. Coffee's another popular gifting choice, but I am Heavily Advised to take the chocolate because it is known that I won't eat it instead. I know! I am weirdly particular about my sugar habits.
Anyway, I am only about a quarter of the way done mulling over the essentials (i.e. moisturizer, how to secure so that it's not a lemongrass-scented bomb waiting to happen?), so naturally, plenty of time for further procrastination! Here, have some wise words of one Ms. Kelly Kapoor:
I don't talk trash; I talk smack. They're totally different. Trash talk is all hypothetical like 'Your Mama's so fat she could eat the internet' but smack talk is happening like right now, like you're ugly and I know it for a fact cause I got the evidence right there.
Also, it has turned into October while I wasn't looking, all sneaky-like. Halloween gets me worked up way in advance due to its being about MONSTERS AND DISGUISES AND CANDY OH MY, but I can never plan wisely enough for it. A good rule of thumb that I try to abide by on the costume spectrum, is that what's thumbs up for kids is generally questionable for anyone else. Case in point: I adore Max and his wolf suit as much as anyone, but let's make a pact not to be creepy dudes this Halloween, okay?