nothing makes me feel happier or more productive than waking up early on a warm day after an awesome party.
I passed out in grace’s bed around midnight, woke up at three, and haven’t been able to sleep for the past three hours, instead spending the time eating candy and vaguely reading textbooks in music haus’ kitchen.
hello I am still really pumped about my hair and feel like a pastel queen.
- I may or may not have had a minor anxiety attack while grocery shopping for my grandma (but shhhhhh it’s okay)
- I found out I don’t have to go to jury duty tomorrow!! which is my birthday!! and that would have been really cruel!!
- so I’m going to see kittyhawk play tonight and draaaank~
the great thing about all my coworkers dieting is that I get to eat all the cinnamon rolls they refuse.
(I found a big box of family photos and !!!)
let me explain this.
santa used to come to my grandma’s house on christmas, but he would bring his naughty and nice book (actually a binder with some wrapping paper on it) and go over everything we did that was bad that year.
christmas was an axiety-inducing holiday.
I JUST WANTED SANTA TO LIKE ME.