When your net decides to lag or you type too fast while putting in your tags and they just get stuck there and bug you forever.
And nobody notices because that’s how people talk nowadays.
things I’m looking forward to this week:
Now that looks more like a to-do list. welp.
lazy summer days: the most notgiveadamn fashion period of my life. underwear, big-ass loose shirt, done.
Whew! That was some week. Now it’s time for me to enjoy my break and rest everything off.
Watching Christopher Walken dance like he doesn’t give a fuck about anything, at the tune of Fatboy Slim, is just so damn entertaining.
My oldest brother makes this really awesome chilli con carne, with tacos, pita, or rice depends on preferences. Also with LOTS of cheese and then cabbage. I had it for lunch and dinner and now I’m soooooooo full.
I realized my brother is my own fashion adviser, not because he knows the trends and gives a shit about fashion really but because he knows when I am trying too hard to impress and am about to make a stupid move when I really shouldn’t.
"Do you think I’ll look good with blue hair?"
"Why would you want to have blue hair?"
"I just want to try it, looks good on others."
I’ve been asking him for years because even if he teases me and doesn’t really compliment me all the time, he probably knows when I look the most beautiful.
maybe i’m delusional. i spend all this time craving for your coming back/home. maybe you look forward to those, not for me but for other things. maybe i’m delusional.
maybe it’s that time again that the way i need you is so different from the way you need me. maybe you want me differently. maybe.
I was planning on ending my day earlier today. It’s been a very emotionally conflicting and tiring day for me. I only had 2 hours of sleep, which I usually don’t fuss about, but when you have a mix of work and play on a hot summer’s day then it’s something else. It’s not like I complained today though, I tried handling everything but I guess my body has its limits.
Somebody told me what I needed to hear the most though, that I just need to have more faith today. Annoyingly nailed it right there and then.
But sometimes, when you feel like safely surrendering and just looking forward to a better next day, things just start going pretty fine for you. Now my day is ending with a glass of cold comforting beer, soothing music, this blog, funny joke offs with family and acquaintances, and the sweet promise of my man coming home for the weekend. Thank you life for being such a sweet bastard.
Tired yet grateful. Not bad.