I’m still in three school groups and they keep texting me at all hours…it’s making me want to hide in a box. I would put my phone in a drawer and take a nap, but the room next door is being renovated, which apparently requires the throwing of buckets down stairs, the gouging of holes in walls, and a shovel fight. I should have stayed at the goddamn library.
I think spring has officially sprung-ed. Time to start obsessing over sunblock, spending all my money on sushi for lunch and drinking sweet wine in the late afternoon. Time for my wine drinking manner to go from “Vampiric” to “Daisy Buchanan”.
the idea of wearing jeans that are not skinny jeans terrifies me now i can’t remember what i used to do with all that extra space around my ankles
Is it unfair that, although I can’t hear anything the people in the room next door are saying, I can tell just from their tone and cadence that they’re annoying?
No, google docs, I cannot spell Medieval. You’re just going to have to follow me around and clean up this mess on your own.
Anonymous asked: sade or cat stevens?
That’s a very specific question. Sade only serves to remind me of my mother and the 1990’s, and I have no strong feelings about Cat Stevens, so I guess I’ll go for Sade.
Cheer up; remember you don’t have syphilis.