Within the past 24 hours, I have taken three cold showers. This morning, before work, being #3.
My video recording meeting didn’t send, thanks to Outlook, so I was forced to rally the troops (read: stalk a colleague) to make sure it all went smoothly. Great job, technology!
I have to avoid Facebook for the foreseeable future, because my cousin and his wife (bless their hearts, really) are providing the play-by-play of their three-week-old daughter. I do not need to know how many times, per day, she cries/pukes/poops - KTHXBYE.
The pipes in my bedroom sounded like someone was excitedly taking a baseball bat to them repeatedly at 5am this morning. So all I want to do is curl up in bed, shut out the world, and sleep for days.
But I must put on my happy face because I have a date tonight. Let’s hope it doesn’t follow the theme for today (theme is ‘really shitty’, if you missed that). He does seem decent, so let’s go with that.
But, all I feel like doing is shedding a few tears (while hopefully still looking as pretty as LC here) alone forever and ever and ever. Or, at least until this black cloud stops following me.
Did you publish the dating dos and dont’s yet?
It got published, but changed slightly. You can find it here!
Tumblr peeps: this was originally written based on the *many* conversations that J and I have about the ridiculousness that is the first date and how so many
men boys get things wrong.