It occurs to me that I either never took pictures of my finished senior year paintings, or I lost the photos when my phone died. Either way 😦

The store is DEAD and we have done all the returns/straightening…..there is literally nothing to do until closing….ugghhhh

I am a little shit

This happened at five in the morning

I haven’t reminded anyone that I’m really cute in a while, so I think I’ll do that now

Make fun of me all you want, but I hear the pumpkin spice latte is back in season, and I’m going to go get myself a delicious spiced hug as soon as I can get the car

Me: *does touch up research*
*double checks maps and polishes up on
language*
*downloads new software*
*finds the perfect working background
for said software*

Also me: *doesn’t write anything*

What real trust looks like

Me going on a fifteen minute long word-vomit to The Boy about my impending Hobbit fanfiction

Nervousness looks like me waiting for him to type back: “Wow, ur a nerd“

The thing in my house that I regularly yell and snarl at but haven’t had the time or energy to formally kick the fuck out has either gone away, doesn’t seem as threatening because I’ve gotten used to it, or has taken down a layer of illusion that it was using to make itself seem like Big Bad. Or it’s gone away and I have something similar but more dopey (?) in my house. I have no intention of cleansing it, really. Mostly because it seems to be following my ground rules now and I’m lazy.

Why do things make less sense the more time goes on. Time doesn’t even
leave me with questions. Just a malaise. A kind of unsettled confusion
that’s not even specific enough to be a question mark

This, and more on our next episode of “I should go the fuck to bed"