Trying to take pics of my rad t-shirt and Kevin has to bomb in and ruin all of it… Goddamn it, he’s cute though.
A couple of girls came into my work the other day and one of them shared a story with me that absolutely floored me. She’s currently at the Salon Professional Academy trying to become a stylist and she showed up one day without makeup on because she had had a family emergency that morning and they asked her if she was “impaired” and SENT HER HOME because of it. Fucking insanity. She’s now too embarrassed to go back and is contemplating a new career path because she was SHAMED for not wearing makeup. This is the world we live in.
Max looking regal as shit in his little bandana yesterday.
if you offer me “whipped cream” and you try to give me cool whip i will fucking lose my shit THEY ARE NOT THE SAME FUCKING THING HOW DARE YOU
This might be the best compliment I have ever received.
@neuroticmarshmallow said: damn-asauraus-rex you is a hot tamale
It’s only Tuesday but I have decided that this week is dogshit.
Mentally, I’ve not been doing great. My Health Anxiety is flaring up and I’ve been worrying and obsessing over this mysterious dull ache on the left side of my belly for about… three months now? No swelling, no fever, can’t feel anything hard or unusual, but I’ve just got this weird discomfort that is slowly taking over my life because I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. So, that’s good.
Work is dumb. I only like one of my co-workers, I don’t get paid enough, I’m treated like an idiot, and lately it feels like every weirdo in town is singling me out to chat to for fucking HOURS AT A TIME. These people don’t buy anything, they just follow me around asking stupid questions while creeping me the fuck out.
I feel fat. I am fat. I’m over 160, for the first time in two years. Trying to fight off mean thoughts about that so I don’t spiral out and stop eating all together… which is what happened last time.
I’m mean and snippy with everyone because my brain is being evil. I feel gross and fat and I’m worried about EVERYTHING all the time, which is exhausting. I’ve been having nightmares and gnashing my teeth in my sleep, and I don’t know how to make any of it STOP. I just want it to STOP. I’m so fucking tiiiired.
And, today, all I wanted in the world was to have pizza rolls for lunch before I go to work and I preheated the oven and everything and then, lo and behold, all we have is sausage pizza rolls and I can’t eat those. This seems like a stupid thing, and it is, but I literally almost broke down over a bag of fucking pizza rolls this afternoon and that is a pretty clear sign that I am not doing very well.