This has been a very stressful work week and I wanted to leave early but instead we are going to get lunch at my favorite (veggie) burger place and I am going to power through the rest of this garbage week until I can be at home under a pile of blankets with my dogs and Brad.
#2 Alcohol or coffee? It used to be beer for sure (miss u Yuengling) but recently I haven’t been drinking much beer or alcohol at all. I’ve definitely turned into a coffee drinker. With that being said, I am very ready to have some (a lot of) drinks tonight.
#9 3 current feelings… Well first would be happy for sure, because my sister and I are planning my surprise visit to NJ for next weekend… I’m in my cousin’s wedding but I haven’t been able to make it home for any celebrations yet. Next weekend is the bachelorette party and I’m going! My sisters and my best friends are the only ones who know.
I also feel pretty lucky that I have such an amazing family who will fly me back home so I can spend time with everyone (and play with their new puppies!!!) and a boyfriend who doesn’t mind having solo crazy dog duty while I fly off to NJ on a weeks notice. They’re all pretty great.
And lastly I’m feeling really anxious to get out of this office for a few day! We have no plans other than giving the apartment a good cleaning and I can’t wait to just lay around with Brad and the dogs all weekend.
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.