My sister came to town for yet another nontraditional visit.
Sunday we were 4 counties away having a crisis involving: a flat rear tire, a dead car battery, sharing a bed with my understandably cranky sister (while my sympathetic boyfriend slept on his own couch), re-wearing the clothes we'd worn the day before AND slept in, my uterus trying to kill me from the inside, yelling at my sister in public and in front of both my boyfriend and a complete stranger, and spending $200 at Sears automotive so we could drive the 60 miles back to home and take a proper shower.
The crisis has been averted, but I haven't slept in two nights so I'm a bit out of it. Proof: I didn't notice for 3 hours that I put my underwear on inside-out this morning.
I thought I wanted a career... Turns out I just wanted paychecks.
Is there an unwritten law that loaning DVDs ruins friendships? Sometimes I worry. So my recent loan was met with this agreement:
"Thanks for entrusting me with Wonderfalls, and if we do by some chance not like each other anymore I will try to get it back to you as easily as possible :P"
Lately I'm trying to harness the ability to light people on fire with my eyes.
(That sort of thing takes practice.)
Yeah.
This is why I didn't want to go back on The Pill.
If I try to bite off your head, I'm probably just hungry. Throw a cookie, and start running.
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