Chris and I are seeing Kanye West on Friday and somehow I convinced him to park at my job and walk a mile to the venue.
Pretty sure Friday night will be an adventure based off the above sentence alone. LIke. Who walks a fucking mile to a concert. WE DO.
I have not a fucking clue what I’m doing with my life.
Today the UPS guy at work told me when I have a child that I wouldn’t
clothe it due to the amazing beauty it would have.
I need people to stop talking about my uterus.
Work is just wow right now.
When will people realize that being a bitch gets you nothing? You get more favors/kind gestures with being nice.
Homie got a raise y’all.
How am I not hungover right now?
The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn’t matter how others see you.
There is ice on my car.
And it’s 38 degrees.
I’ve lived in colder places before (Germany can get to -20 during the
day if your lucky and the windchill in Iceland was fantastic) and it’s
perfectly fine. Except this is Orange County so it’s not acceptable.
I don’t usually posts links but when I do, it’s because I fucking love them.
This reminds me of my mom. She is super shy when she’s out of her element but I think I could convince her to dance down a sidewalk with me and a steadicam with minimal effort.
In fact, I wish I had the time and resources to turn this into an entire tumblr thing. Not down sidewalks, but just doing what you do. Dishes, excel spreadshits, stripping, driving a semi or a scooter, changing a diaper, sitting on a couch. Whatever gets you through the day (and night).
I’m totally the girl at about 2:44am(?), except she doesn’t flip her hair enough.
I LOVE THIS
Because I’m happy
I told my nail tech I wanted to go nude this time with my set and the look of sheer horror on her face. “Why do you always pick these colors that nobody else uses?” “I dunno” I replied “probably for the simple fact nobody else uses them.”
My nails look too nice. I would post a picture except I’m hyper aware of how my hands look “pale” in the winter and I don’t like them.
I’m pretty sure she loves me cause I leave her fat tips, every single time. And I’m not an annoying talker.