I was trying to change into pajama pants and forgot that I had tucked my shirt into my tights because it kept it from getting rumply under my skirt so I thought I had somehow gotten myself permanently stuck in these fucking tights and I was already living my life out in my head like it was an Oxygen movie with a low budget about some girl who was born with tights glued to her skin.
I need to stop drinking caffeine in the evening.
and all the time.
don’t worry about it…
someone please stop me my life is a downward spiral of unitards.
are going to make candles and a clothing store…with both based off of glitter, bedazzling, joseph gordon levitt, ryan gosling, and the nineties grunge era.
Sorry not sorry.
Day 24: Describe him/her physically and emotionally/personality-wise
Clay is very tall and a skinny yet still pretty burly kind of man. He has a beard that he’s been working on and I actually like it a lot. He is well dressed (most days) and is a very attentive person. He takes more time to get ready than I do and when it comes to shopping, I don’t make other plans because Clay can take quite some time to shop and he wants my opinion on a lot of things. He’s cute. I like him. A lot. We had a picnic outside today on a blanket at the farm and it was so yummy.
I ACCIDENTALLY PUT MY CREAM COLORED SCARF IN THE DRYER WITH MY NEW NAVY SWEATER…
…IT IS NOW A LIGHT PERIWINKLE COLOR.
I can’t be a domestic goddess if I can’t do laundry.
-a pair of classic black canvas TOMS
-a pair of natural burlap TOMS
-tan levi poncho that makes me look like an Ewok in the best way possible
-new nail polish
-Aveda Rosemary & Peppermint shampoo and conditioner for my new hair
-UO weekender bag that has all the space I will ever need ever
-my tickets for New York
-White Citrus body shampoo, lotion, and body spray from Bath & Body Works
-Black peacoat from Macy’s (making that two that I got because I also got one from Anthropologie in New York)
-Cropped knit sweater from UO
-Paul Mitchell hair stuff along with Aveda styling stuff.
-Traveller’s guide to Spain (from da boyfran)
I am now wearing my poncho that Clay affectionately calls my drug rug…
a black sweatshirt, navy blue sweatpants that are three sizes too big, and a pair of pink, fuzzy socks. Do you think I give any fucks today? No. I kinda look like a creature that you would find under a rock…but I don’t have anywhere to be today so…it’s going to stay like that c: