starbucks = high school reunion EVERY DAY
i got home on tuesday and was promptly thrown back into the washpa mix yesterday. barb and pat and i saw so many damn people at starbucks. washpa is so sad. theres nowhere else to go when its this hot.
speaking of which, the next western individual i hear bitch about their heat, like when it was 70something in wyoming, id like to invite them here where its almost 90 and LOTS OF HUMIDITY. and live in my a/c-less house. just hush, you.
so babysitting was an adventure. a 250 dollar adventure and also had the valuable lesson of why birth control is important: kids are NOT A GOOD IDEA. its not even the fact that they never shut up and theyre hard to potty train, its just that i dont think i could handle the responsibility of molding another human life to be a societally functioning individual. theyll turn out like me and then where would we all be? besides, i could just have a puppy and it would be fluffy and happy and fairly easy to potty train and not as expensive and i could leave it with someone when i jump on a plane and travel the world whenever the whim strikes me, cos everyone loves puppies and no one likes kids. so no babies. no no no no no.
today: more laundry, more unpacking, get hair cut so its all the same length and not a ratnest which makes me really really sad cos its going to take so long to grow back out and whitney i dont care what you say i look better with, I HATE, HAAAAAAATE SHORT HAIR!!!! more than i hated the layers i wanted trimmed off, which looking back i would gladly have kept rather than have this WAYYY TOOOO SHORT GODDAMN HAIR. rage.
and its back to blond too. permanent dye what?
speaking of which, the next western individual i hear bitch about their heat, like when it was 70something in wyoming, id like to invite them here where its almost 90 and LOTS OF HUMIDITY. and live in my a/c-less house. just hush, you.
so babysitting was an adventure. a 250 dollar adventure and also had the valuable lesson of why birth control is important: kids are NOT A GOOD IDEA. its not even the fact that they never shut up and theyre hard to potty train, its just that i dont think i could handle the responsibility of molding another human life to be a societally functioning individual. theyll turn out like me and then where would we all be? besides, i could just have a puppy and it would be fluffy and happy and fairly easy to potty train and not as expensive and i could leave it with someone when i jump on a plane and travel the world whenever the whim strikes me, cos everyone loves puppies and no one likes kids. so no babies. no no no no no.
today: more laundry, more unpacking, get hair cut so its all the same length and not a ratnest which makes me really really sad cos its going to take so long to grow back out and whitney i dont care what you say i look better with, I HATE, HAAAAAAATE SHORT HAIR!!!! more than i hated the layers i wanted trimmed off, which looking back i would gladly have kept rather than have this WAYYY TOOOO SHORT GODDAMN HAIR. rage.
and its back to blond too. permanent dye what?