Dude. Nobody ever picks me for these things!
• Sink or swim?
I’m fairly buoyant, I’d say. I do know how to swim, though in contrast to the entire world, I actually don’t enjoy swimming that much. However, drowning doesn’t seem like a solid life choice, so swim it is.
• We have to leave RIGHT NOW because the cops busted our meth lab. You have to grab only one personal belonging from your home; what is it?
I’m pulling a total girly move and saying my purse, which always has my phone, ID, and plenty of “just in case” supplies. I’m a walking dollar store on any given day, so giving up my purse isn’t an option.
• And where are we going? One-way ticket—never coming back.
One way ticket? Somewhere with no extradition. Somewhere with running water. Switzerland?
•Which Beatle do you most identify with and why? (Assume the dead ones aren’t.)
I’m not the biggest Beatles fan, but I’d say probably George Harrison - he wrote “Here Comes the Sun”, which I do love and is awesome.
• Fish or fowl? Or neither?
Fish. Sushi. Fish and chips. Always fish.
•Which movie can you quote the most dialogue from?
The Boondock Saints. Or The Newsies.
•If you could make one federal law, what would it be?
All student loan debt is abolished. It’s ridiculous trying to get out from under that kind of debt. All new graduates want to do is start their life, and they’re already behind the eight ball.
•What’s the worst? Like, the literal worst? Like, you can’t even?
I’m a perpetual worst-er. Taxes are the worst. Snow is the worst. But I would say that ungrateful people who take advantage of kindness and leave affairs in a worse state than they came into are the absolute worst ever. I loathe ungrateful people.
• Name the head of state you most want to see shirtless.
Laura Chinchilla. Costa Rican president.
•What was the best moment of the last 24 hours?
It would be right now. Dan’s next to me on the couch, dozing off to sleep.
• Fight or flight?
Fight. I’m little, but I’m scrappy.
BAD WEDNESDAY. BAD.
I did not include stress headache and grinding my jaw down to sand in today’s list of activities, Wednesday!
You stop that RIGHT NOW.
Things I am doing over a 24-hour period of a snowy Wednesday:
+ stretching away the sleepy
+ bitching about the snow because fuck this noise
+ re-coloring my hair
+ ignoring the bags under my eyes
+ earning the homemade pizza Dan and I are making tonight
+ attempting to be as adorable as Jules is
More. Fucking. Snow.
My body is fucked up.
I say this because it’s true. I was terrible to it, and now it’s acting like a petulant child who won’t play nice. I ate far too much, I ate far too little, and now it doesn’t know what to do. It holds on to every ounce that comes into it. I know how this sounds, but I wish I could lose weight through stress or illness - I’m almost jealous of people who have that happen to them. It’s impossible for me - I think it’s my body’s way of saying, “Fool me twice, shame on me.”
I’m not unhealthily overweight, and I think I’m pretty healthy - I love vegetables, I eat appropriate amounts of protein, and I’m better at consistently exercising - but my body is fucked up, and I resent it.
And THAT is a fucked up thing to say to myself.
Who watches Criminal Minds when she’s home alone?
I’m planning to work until 4 so that I can leave early (noonish) tomorrow to get Dan from the airport. That being said, I just ate my lunch at 10:30, and I’m gonna be on my 4th caffeinated beverage shortly. I lost my point but as soon as I get home today I’m going to work out so I can eat more food. I’m pretty sure that’s not the point, but it’s gonna be MY point. POINT.
If you don’t have anything nice to say…
Don’t say anything at all.
Problems of the Shoe Diva
How on earth am I supposed to put together an awesome outfit if I have to take my shoes off when I go into someone’s house?
Shoes are my THING.
Started off with a bang. Coffee and a cheese and meat omelette - he spoils me.
I do want to wear that swimsuit, and now I have the playlist to do it.
I forgot what doing homework is like. My paper should be titled “APA is terrible/what have I gotten myself into?”
LOOK WHAT ARRIVED!!
Kris, it’s gorgeous and is now hanging above the tv in our bedroom. Thank you so so much - we love it!!!
(Anybody who has the ability to buy a piece of Kris’ art should - she’s ridiculously talented & you’ll help Handmade Racing in the process.)
Gonna go stare at my pretty artwork some more.
It’s 11:30 and I need to be here till 3:45
Considering how swiftly time has moved since I got here at 7:45, the rest of today is going to be funnnnnnn.