I went to a "hippie" store downtown to buy some cute imported jewelry and look for clothes. Turns out I am a lot more picky than I assume I am. I kept trying to make myself like certain things but I kept being drawn to things that looked tidy and put together. I ended up buying dangly earring that had dragonflies on them. I have also decided to grow out my bangs as well. That makes me sad, since I want to grow it out long but it would be easier if I keep getting regular trims. That way it won't seem like such a pain in the ass and to make the bangs not seem so much shorter than the rest.
I have to do a damn book presentation tomorrow and I'm gonna wing it, which is never a good idea for someone like me that sucks at public speaking. I really want that swimsuit from Target that is leopard print with turquoise colors. I don't give a shit if my man doesn't like animal print. If it makes me feel sexy, that is all that matters.
I can't wait for spring clothes to be on sale. I am so over winter shit. It is so ugly in comparison. My man mentioned buying me laser hair removal for my armpits this summer...not sure how effective or painful it is. But as a pale skinned brunette with DARK hair, it sounds great. I HATE not feeling comfortable in summer clothes because when I lift my arms, it looks like I have 5 oclock shadow even if I just shaved.
I am drinking wine (although I am more of a beer fan) and I am happy as fuck. It is wonderful. I have been bitchy and depressed for a few months since I hate college and hate the gloomy weather. Today it was fuckin 12 degrees with the wind chill! I'm not used to that around here.
I am SO happy. GAHHHHH happyyyyy!!!!! This is unusual for me. I think I need to start drinking wine more often. I am so tired of hard alcohol. Just thinking about it makes me feel sorta sick.
I cannot stop eating. But it is wonderful. I love to eat. The cat is spazzing out and it is so funny. My bitchy roommate is pouting and that is funny too! I love Busta Rhymes.
I don't know if I have ever been happier. Life, for now, is perfect.
I could easily become an alcoholic.
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