A spur of the moment road trip out to Lancaster for some craft stores and the silk flower shop turned into an almost six hour affair. We ended up stopping at a diner called the Windmill Restaurant - where they served disgusting empanadas, funky tasting salads, and the fettuccine alfredo lacked the alfredo. I spent the last six years serving, and I know my tolerance is pretty high, but good lord we couldn’t leave there fast enough.
Turns out all the shops we had in mind were closed, but we spent the ride home stopping at various road side stands and cruising through lesser known retail shops. I picked up a couple pairs of leggings and even though I swore I wouldn’t ever wear them, oh sweet baby jesus are these puppies comfortable. I’m never wearing real pants again.
I’m supposed to play good fiance and wait for Justin to finish work, but after waking up at 4am it’s a miracle I’m up as it is. We aren’t even 25 yet and our saturday nights have turned into falling asleep on each other in the dull gray wash of the television. We are lame.
I somehow agreed to work overtime tomorrow morning. This means either waking up at 4am. In reality, I’ll wake up at 5am praying that yesterday’s makeup and a thousand bobby pins will be enough to hold me over. I see Justin even less now than we’re engaged and he apparently has a full day of work tomorrow. I didn’t realize it was possible to miss someone like this.
- Woke up this morning with a severe case of the cries
- For no reason at all
- Probably scared Justin when asking for more comforter made me bawl
- Drove halfway to Allentown for lunch before his sister pissed him off and we turned around to take her home
- A pissy Justin turns into an asshole-cummins-driving-Justin.
- And I got car sick
- AND almost fell out of the truck after opening the door while it was still moving
- Because I was trying not to yak in the truck
- It happened anyway
- And all over me
- and he still wants to marry me
Everything makes me sleepy when I’m supposed to be, yanno, doing stuff. All day I had these grand ideas of all the things I would accomplish after getting out. Instead, I had a long overdue nail appointment and promptly flopped on the couch and haven’t moved since. Justin’s at drill and I’m missing out on some amazing photography shots because I was worried it would rain and I melt (and my camera is too fucking expensive to be outside) in the rain… and here it is, still sunny.
I promise him it would be dinner time after the fire house. I still need a shower and to remember the laundry but thinking about anything feels like too much work and I’m not even excited that tomorrow is friday. I have got to snap out of this funk.
so yeah did you guys hear about the ceo of abercrombie and fitch who said that he doesn’t want ugly chicks wearing his clothing
like excuse you ceo of abercrombie and fitch
you look like gary busey went bobbing for apples in a tub of bees
you couldn’t wear your own clothing
Ladies I hope getting your nails done feels good because not a single man notices you got them done.
women do some things for themselves and not just for men
what a concept
- final exam for one of my online classes opened today
- but closed at 4pm
- but says it’s available until the 10th
- did I mention I work until 3:30 EVERY DAY
I don’t understand how I’m supposed to have time to take a final exam with less than 15 minutes left after I drive home and boot up my laptop. I took online classes specifically so it would not interrupt working full time. How the hell is this supposed to be convenient?