Also I’m rereading Mansfield park and I’m not sure why. I know this isn’t a new opinion but ugh fanny is the worst. I do continue to enjoy Austen’s subtle snot nose-ist.
I ate a frozen burrito and elderly office cake, am I going to die?
I made a gnat trap and I think this is the happiest I’ve seen my boyfriend.
Note to self: when you notice before you leave for many hours that your under wire has popped out, do not tape it back and go. The wire will quickly defeat the tape and you will spend the evening trying not to scream, ow my boob, in polite society.
How sad is it that I just “repaired” my bra by sticking some electrical tape over the spot where my underwire was sticking out? ugh. I just spent a crap load of money with the move and it seems like a chunk of my clothes have also deciding to give up the ghost. Plus I want to find a new gym but the closest one has reviews that people steal there. My apartment has a gym but that is a smelly closet with an elliptical in. But if I started working out again it might help with the needing new clothes thing.
You know what is a fun feeling? Unrelenting low level queasiness.