Ok, i could write a lot, like about how epic chicago was...
but im not going to.
instead, id like to comment on how hilarious it is that i have this icon.
only like, 2 of you will understand that. but really. i'm laughing my ass off.
I'm having issues and I don't like issues so i'm going to write my issues down and hopefully it will make me feel better.
So I was supposed to go to washington with awesome people to visit awesome folk and have an amazing time. But I counted my money last night and I have $240. Which is how much I owe 1 awesome person. But that is all the money I have, so driving/ferrying/eating etc. Doesn't fit.
If I go to washington I have 1 awesome employer upset, and I am out $120.
I also miss an awesome wedding and the grand opening of our new compound.
But I really really want to go to washington.
It all makes me feel very upset.
Im irritated, im aggravated and I'm stuck.
In my clothes.
So what do I do?
Write a blog of course!
I’ve just now decided it would be a fun thing to pack. Its midnight, I leave at 11 tomorrow. I needed a nice little formal number, so I thought, You can’t go wrong with a signature little black dress, right?
Wrong, well, so far.
Trouble is, I have two signature little black dresses.
Dress A- I shortened the straps a few years ago, but since then my boobs have grown (apparently) so they need to be slightly longer or it looks silly.
Dress B-Has a funky zipper, its on the side and tends to stop in one spot like it’s jammed, so I usually need help doing it up.
I tried on both dresses to see which was better, dress A would be, if I had time to make the straps longer, but I thought maybe I could figure out the zipper thing so I could have dress B as plan B.
I figured out what the problem was, tried to fix it, and put it on. Zipped it up as far as it would go and then BAM the zipper pull snaps off.
I am stuck.
It my clothes.
The zipper stops at such a place that makes it impossible for me to take it off over my head. AND ITS STUCK.
I cant get out of my clothes. Im stuck and im braless and im irritated and im aggravated.
and the feeling is mutual.
my face has a burn all over it. It came from the sun.
Hello winter, has anyone explained the seasonal rules to you yet? here is number one: MAKE SNOW NOT SUN.
In other news, I just tweezed a white hair.
like, completely white.
White hair has a different texture, that's how i know it wasn't just really light blond.
just thought you'd like to know.