Entries Tagged 'smatterings' ↓

• wake up, amazed at the lateness of the hour? not me, usually. but after taking z to bed with me when she woke up at 430am, we slept until quarter to 10. lovely quality sleep. no back rubbing necessary and i was even horizontal!
• look into that cupboard where you’ve stashed all of the exmas presents and gone, “holy shit. what the hell did i even buy? it’s going to take me three days to wrap all of this.”?
• take a shower after it’s been a week, get out, wash your face and put on makeup, like you always do after a shower, yet somehow feel like a completely different person?
• wonder if someone was talking about you in that blog post cuz it kinda sounded like it, but there were a couple points that were different from the situation they spoke of and the one you’re aware of and so think, “how much of a needy douchebag does it make me to assume that i am and then worry that i’m not the mystery playdate?”
• second guess every single thing you do, say, think, write, plan, only to end up doing nothing because you’re so paralyzed by the potential of wrongfullness?
• look at your to do list and go, “so not going to happen,” and feel like a failure because of it?
• open your exmas decorations to find remnants of last years unused exmas cards and the ones you bought after exmas on sale for this year, only to also look in the drawer next to your computer and realize that together, you’ve got four boxes of exmas cards, when really, you need like 10 cards, in total?
• just want to take a vacation, even when it seems like you really don’t do anything to warrant a vacation?
• watch some sappy romantic comedy and think, “why not me? fuck you, jennifer garner and your dimples. i want the rugged emotionally-unavailable guy turned don juan cuz i’m perfect.”?
• write too much but have no motivation to erase?
• make up with the friend that you swore never again about, because they said they were sorry and they loved you and missed you and you’re such a love-junkie that you weakly said, “never again can you do that” and opened your arms back up?

ugh i am unimpressed. that is all i will say. but if there is drama on saturday, drunk terra will have something to say about it and it will not be pretty. as usual. it’s never pretty when drunk terra comes out, let’s be honest. at least, amazing(!), fh is not a db and was completely in the dark and now that the light has shone was like, “wow. ballsy. she doesn’t know who she’s trying to screw over.”

greener pastures.

i am sosuperduperWOOPERexcited for saturday. even if the partay actually blows chunks: the thought of being drunken, going where i want, when i want OH SUCH A FOREIGN dealio and THAT will be celebrated, screw me turning 27.

YES, 27. i will be exactly half way between a quarter century and 30 and do you know what that means?

nothing.

yup, pretty unspectacular age. kind of like 23. and i heard tonight that fn told fh that she assumes we will not be sober before noon – so therefore is hanging on to z until we are. that was so not my plan and i was thinking that i’d be getting up at the usual time, so as not to be a pain in the keester. awwww.

but you know, i’ll still probably get up at the regular time.

ps. new mood swings call for new measures. i have decided that i dislike my hair and that it looks like something manufactured by mattel. this leads me to ponder dark shades again. ugh, to wait until post-party-pictures in case of (assumed, completely predictable) horror hair? the itch has already started. sigh. and with this cornsilk, sweet valley current colouring, if i go darkish brown, i will end up with gothy black, n’est-ca pas?