“…but most of all I hate my ex-girlfriend’s new guy… I hate that guy.” Tyrone Wells has a song about things he hates, and says listing it is like therapy.
“…but most of all I hate my ex-girlfriend’s new guy… I hate that guy.” Tyrone Wells has a song about things he hates, and says listing it is like therapy.
So… I’m a little ahead of myself. I know. But I love home decor, I love cooking, I love pretty things, and currently there are just so many awesome accessories
I don’t know what the deal is with my contacts, but they’re sticking to the insides of my eyes as though they’re made of crumpled newspaper and covered in rubber
So my awesome Fiance did this on Friday… and it’s actually super entertaining. Here’s my visual answer to a bunch of questions you’ve never asked. 1. WOWOWOWOLF, 2. you belong
I hopped out of the car, (Adam’s fantastically bright blue Kia Sportage, lovingly nicknamed “Bonnie” by yours truly,) wet suit still dripping with salt water and grateful for the warm
I might have mentioned this before, but I was a little lonely when I first came to Orange County. I mean, wow, I have no (nearby) friends and no money
“…I’m tired and I wanna go to bed/I had a little drink about an hour ago/and it went right to my head…” When I was kid, I heard this song
I’m little, and the edge of the couch just catches my inordinately long legs at the calf, causing my feet to stick out, shoelaces drooping with the tiredness of a
Yesterday was horrible. Tons of meetings, pointless blame being thrown about, long-winded explanations for things that didn’t need explaining, plenty of crabby people and enough flourescent lighting and piped air to
Independence Day. That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Whoever thought up the 4th of July on a Friday, plus giving Monday off to our sad little over-worked selves is a saint.