December 2011
Went to the grocery store
In tights that are not pants.
A baseball cap.
And no bra.
This is a new stage of my life.
In target today with my mother,
I said loudly, in the Barbie aisle, “her eyes are as big as her mouth!” then there was a snort behind me and I looked. A father and two young girls stood behind me, he smirking, they looking traumatized.
Merry Christmas everybody! (I practiced for ten...
I was going to make cinnamon rolls.
But then discovered the recipe calls for milk powder. Then I moved to pancakes, but those called for milk, which I also don’t have. So then I put a lot of eggnog in my coffee and am calling it good.
Just realized I have shellac nail polish on and no...
Oy.
Notes from the unemployed:
I am BORED. I’ve been unemployed for seven hours. Bored bored bored. And I already have blisters from my new harp. Time to watch another movie.
I ordered a new bathrobe.
Steve made a few pointed comments on my old one. It once was yellow and fluffy, it is now sort of a weird beige color and a little… Matted maybe? Dunno. I ordered a red flannel one with a ruffle. Hopefully it is more acceptable morning wear in his book.
“You write your first draft with your heart and you rewrite with your head. The...”
– Sean Connery (via troubled)
“This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can...”
– Relevant magazine (via charliebravo)
