a year ago today, i was leaving for europe.
sigh.
i have so much i need to be doing at work, but instead i’m sitting here planning my upcoming trips. moving to the midwest in july. going to visit philly in in august. new england at the beginning of october. back to new england in march. actual old england and france next may.
or maybe i’ll just scrap all of those plans, get in my car right now, and go wherever i want and pretend i don’t have to be a responsible grownup.
it’s like they’re using it like punctuation… like STOP in a telegram.
“thanx for all your well wishes when my gramma died LOL ate a burrito for lunch today like she would have wanted LOL gotta go 2 the store 2 pick up iceberg lettuce LOL love u always bubbi LOL go phillies FULL LOL”
okay, not really, but it felt like it a little bit. i have got some wicked post nasal drippage going on up in hurr. my sore throat woke me up four times last night, which means i ended up sleeping until the unusual hour of 8:30, and then got dressed and to work by 9. and i do not quite look like a hobo. success.
why aren’t there more people attracted to fat women? why settle for a woman with two boobs when you could have a woman who is all boob all the time? amirite?*
(*please note that i’m not actually belittling women of any shape or size. all bodies are beautiful, friends.)