July 2012
Wow. What I would do to wake up on the beach tomorrow with no cares or worries…
Wrong. As usual.
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That awkward moment when I tell my optometrist I...
And he says I’m not legally allowed to drive without corrected vision, all while looking at me like:
So on the outside, I try to act normal and respond like:
But on the inside? I’m just thinking,
Because speeding while driving is illegal, (like not wearing my glasses/contacts while driving) and when I drive it’s just like:
My life motto is basically:
...
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That awkward moment when you go to your Family...
First she asked me if I was currently sexually active. And I’m like,
But then she asked if I’ve ever been sexually active, and in my head, my thoughts are:
But, ultimately, I just respond like:
And she just gives me this look like,
Realizing that I have just been judged, my mind is just like,
But in reality, I’m just sitting there, looking...
I'm coming outta my cage
andlovebythestars:
diffydiffydiffy:
And I’ve been doing just fine.
Gotta, gotta be down
because I want it all
I just want to cuddle my bed right now. Because I love it so much and I don’t think I’ve ever had it feel this good to just be on my own bed before.
Can a gal catch a break once in awhile?
Have been sitting in my little Exam Room 3 waiting to be seen, for over 20 minutes. I can clearly hear people outside chit-chatting, and I just want to peak my head out and be like “Herroooo?? Did you forget about me?” Because uhm, I have to be at work by noon…
Found another. Public Affairs Specialist. Like come on. I think I could get hired. Once I have a degree, that is…
That moment where I find a job with the FBI that I think I’m maybe not qualified for, but, suits my degree. And I’m just like, YES.
My boy and I are going for a late night bike ride. Hooray, so excited :)
Mom says she will get me an iPhone for Christmas if I have a 0 balance on my credit card. Dammit, Ma. You know where it hurts.
Why do I always want to start off with the main character running?
That moment where I sit down to write and I’m just like, “…. What the fuck am I writing again?” I just tell myself, Small steps, Connie. Small steps. Whatever. Listening to Losing My Religion and am setting the stage in my head with how to try and get it all right, so I can write it all.
