February 2012
10 posts
Is there anything sadder than staying up 15 minutes past your bed time because you’re watching The Bachelor online and your internet decided to conk out right before scenes from next week come on and you need to wait for them to load? Is there?
Oh, having a bedtime at age 29? Yeah, I guess that’s sadder.
Screw getting my period, my bat mitzvah, or the first time a boy told me I was stupid, but I knew he was flirting with me. Yesterday, I officially became a woman.
I put on liquid eye liner for the first time!!!!
It didn’t go perfectly and my left eye had a much thicker line than my right, but I still went out in public with my newly lined eyes and no body asked me if I’d recently be...
Just took a whole shower without realizing that my towel had somehow fallen from my door hook into the shower and was getting wetter by the second. (That’s what you get for having a white shower basin, white towels, and poor eye sight.)
I have no more clean towels and will be using my blow dryer to dry off this morning. I anticipate a slew of second degree burns.
Tuesdays are the new...
How annoying is it when you wake up in the middle of the night to the muffled sounds for your neighbors having sex and you think to yourself, “UGH! If you’re going to have middle of the night sex next to the wall we share, make it silent sex. Not just quite sex!” and then you look at your clock and realize that it’s not actually the middle of the night, it’s 10:45, a...
Traditional Sunday Meet Up Convo
Me: Look, you have no proof that a shower could have helped this situation, so save your commentary.
Me: Oh, sorry, about that. Um, I’m well. How are you?
Me: Yeah, work’s good.
Me: What? Yeah, I still have an apartment.
Me: Yeah, with running water.
Me: Ugh! Yes. I remember how to, I just didn’t this morning. I knew you were going to say something, jerkbutt.
Ever decide to save time in the morning by not doing all of your make up and make up for it by promising yourself that you won’t drink any water so you won’t have to go to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror?
I mean, what kind of adult would make that decision and then still have time to update her blog?
Not me, obviously.