I am total jello. It was a great night with my Lovelove. I picked him up from work and we went to Noodles where I ate macaroni and cheese with chopsticks. I drank a bottle of IBC root beer and it was glorious. Then we went to go see the new Thor. It was decent, but the real fun was whispering snarky comments about the movie back and forth to each other and stealing kisses in the dark. After the movie, we walked to my car, which was all the way up on the top level of the parking garage. That shit sucked. It was fucking freezing. On the way home, we stopped by Quiktrip for milk, beer, and donuts and stayed for a bit to watch the super drunk, scantily clad women stumble-rushing inside on their skyscraper stilettos so they could pee. Once we got home, I took off my coat for the first time in ten hours(I don’t like the cold) and jumped in the shower. Then I sprawled out on the futon and James slathered me up with super thick lotion and rubbed me down into a puddle. I love massages from him. I’m now all curled up in my comfy nest, one-eyeing this post because I can’t keep both eyes open. 5:30 is going to come way too soon, so it is time for me to surrender to the mighty slumber-foe. Zzz
She: “My parents said that back in the day futon places doubled as head shops”
Me: “I can see that: you’re probably really into relaxing if you’re always getting hiiiigh”
She: “Wait….is that what a head shop is? I totally misunderstood that. I thought it was a place to buy ‘head’”
Shut up! It is a logical conclusion.
Who the Hel eats macaroni + cheese with chopsticks?
Uh… I do. Fuck off.
I was right. Morning fucking sucks. My skin drank up all the lotion and now I’m back to feeling thirsty and itchy. I’m not ok with this. I’m nauseous and might actually barf this morning. Make that probably. Breakfast was carnation instant breakfast, an apple, and lots of vitamins. I started taking prenatal vitamins. Gonna see if it will speed up my already rapid hair growth and strengthen my sucky nails. Maybe I can grow them past boy length but I’m not holding my breath. I’m also taking vitamin D to help with my winter depression and to help my immune system. Also taking some probiotics to help with daily bloating from my massive salt intake(I like salt. Fuck off) and because they are just generally good for me. I bought a bunch of stuff yesterday. Hair dye and lotion and shampoo and clothes and Christmas presents and so much more. Right now I’m desperately trying to distract myself from my nausea. I really, REALLY hate mornings. Especially when they are this ridiculously cold. Anybody up this early who doesn’t have to be is fucking stupid. I should be curled in bed, not here. This is bullshit.
Note to self:
Keep the heater turned down lower at night. It will help his snoring and your headaches.
I feel really good. I’m all squeaky clean and snuggled down in my nest. I smell like oranges and my hair is braided for sleep. I put on tons of lotion so, for the first time in, like, a month, my skin doesn’t feel thirsty or itchy. I have to get up at six in the morning and be to work by seven and that’s just going to suck major nutsack. And it’s supposed to be ball-shriveling cold tomorrow morning. My day is going to suck. But for right now, I feel really good. Almost perfect. Perfection will be achieved here in a minute when I roll over, into a ball, and start feeling that slide into blissful slumber. Not much beats super clean, super warm, precious sleep. *yawns*
Time to achieve perfection.
Nobody cares about your punk ass attitude. I suggest you get over yourself before I get over you.
Dinner was glorious.
Big glass of water
Spinach salad with carrots, grape tomatoes, yellow bell peppers, sliced almonds, peppered bacon, and southwest chipotle dressing
Pasta with andouille, broccoli, carrots, red bell pepper, peppered bacon, cayenne, and four cheese Alfredo sauce
Roasted almond biscotti dipped in dark chocolate
And later I might make some hot chocolate.
You should be ridiculously jealous
Shut the fuck up. He is mine. You fucking chased him away with your bullshit. You don’t get to fucking lean on him any more. I need him right now and by the time you actually manage to close that hole in your face, he won’t have any energy left for me. That is such bullshit.
I don’t know you anymore. We’ve been drifting apart since you had the baby. You never want to talk to me. You have replaced me as your best friend. I really hope that nothing ever goes wrong with James and I because I would no longer feel comfortable coming to you with my problems. I miss my best friend. My fucking sister. This is bullshit.
Currently curled up on the couch under a blanket doing diet research. Not so much what not to eat. More what I SHOULD be eating. I figure if I eat everything I’m supposed to, I won’t be hungry for the rest of the crap. That’s the hope anyway. I’m going to see if I can fit as many colors as possible in to my diet every day.
So. I went to go pee tonight. After I did my business, I looked down and noticed that my vag was totally steaming. Guess I just proved I ain’t frigid. Lolz.
It’s shark week, bitches. Come fuck with me. I dare ya.
I LOVE MY HAIR CURLY!!!