Me at 16. 8 years ago. Jesus Christ. >_<
An aged mall-walker wandered into my store today. He complimented our jewelery and cap selections and then spent 15 minutes or so telling me about his wife of 59 years. Apparently I reminded him of a younger version of her with my “white-blonde hair and beautiful smile”… d’awwww. He told me about traveling across the country and Canada and a story about how he recently just lost one of his front teeth. As he was leaving, he said “God bless you and remember to always dance and have fun!” but snuck this one in on the way out… “You’ve got a great shape, don’t lose it!” Ahahahaha. Amazing. Day made.
I fucking love the song “Talk Dirty to Me” by Jason Derulo. Though I just became aware TODAY that in the song they are screaming “2 Chains!” and not “Cho Chang!” as I had originally thought. But now my brain can never un-hear “Cho Chang” and I feel like a fuckin g moron.
This has been a drunk text post.
Got dressed up and went to a thing last night.
Also, the crutches in the first photo are Kevin’s. He dislocated his knee at work about five hours before this party, but still insisted we go even though I told him we didn’t have to. He’s such a trooper. <3
Sorry not sorry about the MSI spam. My fucking amazing boyfriend got me Mindless Self Indulgence tickets for Valentine’s Day. SO. FUCKING. EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!
So my girlfriend Lauren says she’s coming over with “snacks” for a movie night and the bitch shows up with FIVE GALLONS O’ WINE, a pizza, a pumpkin roll, box of toaster strudel, a cookie cake, an apple pie, tub of cool whip, six pack of Coke Zero and a couple shots of Kinky.
She’s a good friend.
is when you’re feeling very small and rejected and broken and sad and you reach out to someone and tell them how you’re feeling and it becomes this huge, stupid argument and they make you feel even smaller and then DITCH OUT ON YOU, leaving you in worse condition than when you started when all you wanted was your feelings validated.
That’s just the best.