March 2012
tonight I celebrate a little prematurely but am elated none-the-less with the kindness of others and possible great things happening in the fuuuuutureee. I can’t wait till sunday.
February 2012
still gaining weight. Oh well, not too heart broken about it. More heart broken that it is gonna be 60 degrees and I feel so awkward in what was my favorite spring skirt. I need to get over myself and enjoy that I can wear this skirt! It’s so pretty and we are going to take marbles for a walk this afternoon.
I’m in charge of dinner tonight so It’s grilled cheese w/ ham &...
when chris plays gears
he talks really loud and I can hear people on the headset talking louder than he is…it’s strange…really really strange.
Hopefully we move out in may so I can sleep and he can play video games fairly loud.
so many things Chris and I
Want to make for *FUUUUTURE APARTMENT*****.
*insert glitter and confetti and whatever in this part*
Anyyyyway, I’m looking for a good chart on temps & how long to steep tea to put on a serving tray.
Also gonna make some mason jar//chalkboard whatever to store coffee and tea in.
Also chris and I drank tea today and his was scary and russian and manly but mine was maple and sweet.
I...
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I bet Rick Astley struggles with Lent.
Living life driving with the window down and sunglasses on Singing so much Kevin Devine. Don’t give a shit…
Also left all my stuff for work at home woomp. Borrowing lauren’s cheat sheet sort of hope we don’t have sign ons today. If we don’t I’m leaving an hour early.
It's going to be 57 fuckin degrees outside
and I’m locked in a fucking building until 730 doing absolutely nothing.
I swear to god if they don’t have my systems I’m leaving at 3:30 and enjoying my nice weather.
Until then I am going to go eat breakfast outside (it’s chilly but there is sun and the birds and chirping) and hula hoop for tummy stuff.
I need some warmth and summer and scenery that isnt gray.
“You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a very long time that actually did look like...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via danieluh)
