wait, I forgot to mention that when we were at the Killers concert this weekend the venue had a whiskey & cigar stand.

you’re. doing. it. right.

I hate when my bad moods start to make my entire body feel physically heavy. Our minds our stronger than we think.

I just got my new bikini top in the mail today and I feel like I’m on top of the world.

sometimes I accidentally queue my text posts and then when they finally post they’re not relevant at all.

this is fair warning that my blog is not in chronological order because I’ve been on tumblr for 4 years and still mess this shit up.

Last week I went to Jimmy Johns two days in a row again and on the second day I bought 2 sandwiches with chips and the manager gave me a “free sample” of their day-old bread and I can’t figure out if he gave it to me because I spent a certain amount of money that day or because everyone that works there recognizes me and I buy their day-old loaves sometimes.

Regardless, it’s clear that I spend more time at Jimmy Johns than most normal people.

I really do a grade A job of driving myself insane in this little apartment. I’m not even sure I want to talk to anyone right now, I just know that my thoughts wander in awful directions and I’m left alone with them far too often

drinking a can of Mtn. Dew because you’re too lazy to get a cup of something else and tonight you have to study by sitting still and reading a textbook.

bed time is usually at 11:00.

nights like this when I panic about money are the best nights for me to pamper myself with home made sugar scrubs and coconut oil hair treatments. 

There’s nothing like having a clean apartment and feeling good in your own skin after an exhausting weekend and with a long week ahead of you.

in this in between phase where I’m just about ready to chop my hair and donate it, and being really in love with having long hair and knowing I’m going to miss it.

one more haircut?