So I'm sitting here (wet, freshly showered, tangled hair wearing hello kitty pjs and all) in bed trying to concentrate on tomorrow's presentation after a whole 10 hour day [and after slaving over the kitchen stove to prepare dinner for my boyfriend and myself]. Ha! Good luck concentrating, right? So far it's been about a 40 hour week...and it's only Thursday.
-Aloe vera doesn't cure hives (don't ask. In a nutshell, I think I'm allergic to this house). Cortisone will help and it is in the medicine and drugs section. But I guess I'm the only person that knows that...and would bother to ask for help if I couldn't find a household staple at the drug store.
-Broken. I'm not trying to count but it's obvious now. 1 month and two weeks to be exact.
-I cut my hair last weekend. A whole 10 inches. *Gasp. And get this: I love it.
-If I ask for it, it's not a nice gesture, it's just an order that is being obeyed.
-I like cologne.
|Right before I chopped off 75% of my daily life. Out with the old.|
Random thoughts written down something shed light on what our hearts feel but our minds won't dare say aloud.