sans home-computer and boyfriend until Tuesday.
what is a girl to do?
Whine, whine, whine.
fuck you hump day. 1/2 way through this week. thank goodness.
made the 3.5 hour drive home from the cabin solo - like a boss. J’s roommate is meeting him up there for a boys-weekend through wednesday. so commence post vacy blues/missing the bf blues/jealous that he gets more vacation time… lame.
awful day was awful.
and i’m awfully glad it’s over.
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without...– (via sorakeem)
oh you know, that one time you somehow fucked up a box-mix chocolate cake, so you ran downstairs with it, threw it directly into the dumpster, then sat down on the ground next to it and cried
plans for the night
bake layer cake for office party WINE baking and wine. the only things that always, without fail, make sense - and never fuck you over.
yeah, fuck you too wednesday
i am having a hard time being happy about anything today
almost every day, during my lunch break, i dream of never going back.
took my lunch at 10 a.m. again. ugh. Commence super long moooonday.
This most subtle awakening comes about through moment-to-moment attentiveness.– Buddha (via lucifelle)
hair cut time. wish me luck. chop chop snip snip
i think i can, i think i can, i think i can, i...
Thursday. 1/2 way through the day 5:00pm Friday is so close I can almost smell it.