Just wondering why the apartment below us attracts douchebags who listen to loud, shitty music at 3am?
Honestly. In what world, when you live in an apartment (that’s really an old house converted into 3 apartments), is it okay to listen to your terrible music at absurd volumes in the middle of the night? It’s a weeknight! Cool that you don’t need to wake up, but I do. I hate you. Really. Hate.
Brad is out at a bachelor party tonight and I’m laying in bed texting him and it’s crazy to think that 2 months ago this would be like any other night but now text messages aren’t our all day/everyday form of communication and tomorrow he’ll be home with me and I guess what I’m trying to say is that I just really like this.
“True love is when you’re standing in line for Chipotle, and you say, “I shouldn’t get guacamole,” and the great love of your life says, “You know what, just get the guac.” And then you go home, and you watch TV together while eating burritos. That’s true love.”—John Green (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)
All I’ve done so far is clean out under my bed, half of my desk, and packed one small box of mugs/glasses. I guess that it’s better than nothing and I don’t really have A LOT to do, but I’m still really stressing myself out about it all.
I think the sunblock I used today was expired because I am blotchy and burned to shit (everywhere) and now I remember why this pale skin hated the beach for so long.
Oliver’s skin has been super bad recently, his eyes are constantly watering, and he is basically always scratching himself and I just feel like the worst person for not being able to figure out what’s wrong with him or at least figure out a way to help him feel a little better. I guess it’s just going to be another trip to the vet for antibiotics and a steroid shot that will clear him up for a week until it starts all over again. It would be great if the change of environment helped my poor guy’s skin issues out, keeping my fingers crossed.
I’m home for the night and sleeping in my own bed (I’ve been watching my friends dogs/apartment while they’re on vacation and I got the night off) and I should be excited about it but instead I’m sad and I miss my boyfriend and UGH. So many feelings, ya know?
Lately the first question everyone seems to ask me is if I have a job lined up for when I get out to OKC and the answer to that question would be, no, no I do not. At first I was cool with it but the more I think about it the more nervous I get and I kind of want to throw up at the thought of it all because finding a job is hard enough how do I even go about trying to find a job when I’m still half way across the country? And what if I can’t ever find a job and I run out of money and I can’t afford to live anymore? WHAT DO I DO?!
My happiness level cannot be contained right now because Brad is the most amazing person ever and he surprised me with the cutest apartment today and in 2 and a half months I'll be living in OKC with him and Porthos and Oliver and I just don't even know what to do with myself
But I do know that I am the luckiest because even though I whine and complain and I’m probably the worst 90% of the time, Brad still wants to share his life with me and I couldn’t ask for anything more than that. I’m really just the happiest.
This morning one of the guys at work told me that he "really liked that shirt on me" while staring directly at my chest and then looked at another guy and said "Come on, don't you like that shirt on her?" and I lost my shit on him
I have no problem calling people out on their rude/inappropriate comments, which is good because it’s something that I find myself doing a lot there. I guess because it’s such a laid back office, people tend to forget that there are some things you don’t say when you’re at work (or ever because it’s just rude). I’m always the one pointing out how the racist/sexist jokes that people make are FAR from funny, which apparently makes me the “sensitive” one… But I guess that’s true because after it was said and done, instead of walking into my bosses office and telling him what happened, I felt bad. I didn’t want to start any problems or have someone else defend me. So I left it. I called him out on it, he apologized. whatever.
I’m not sure what the point of this post is, other than to just say Fuck. That. Guy. When someone disrespects you, and then apologizes because it was a “joke” you don’t have to accept it and you shouldn’t accept it. I might not have been the one to say something to my boss about it (another lady in the office did), but I should have because I had nothing to feel bad about. A grown fucking man should know how to act and know how to treat a woman with respect, and if they don’t then they should be the ones who feel bad about it.