I’ve had lettuce and 6oz of steak all day.
Tonight I discovered an app in the Windows 8 Store thing that has weird filters. This one is called Dallas and, in conjunction with bright fan lights, it does nothing for me.
Belle and I are going to watch SyFy now.
I find it exceedingly amusing someone inquired about red lipstick on a day I have opted to wear pink. No matter, I have an absurd amount of feelings about red lipstick at all times.
So far 23 feels exactly like 22, but deep down I know the immortal words of Mark Hoppus ring true—“nobody likes you when you’re 23.”
Two years ago today I also went to The Elephant House (where Rowling wrote HP) and pissed in the most glorious toilet of all.
(PS I’ll be going down the rabbit hole of Study Abroad Nostalgia the next few days, be warned.)
Exactly two years ago I climbed this muddy motherfucker in high-heeled boots and didn’t slip. I’ll never get over it.
While Skyping this evening I realized if I dramatically toss my baby-fine hair over one shoulder and put my arm up in this absurd position I can create the illusion of thick hair!! It also took me 2 hours to realize my eyeliner was uneven. Rude.
Although I was flustered about my outfit today, my eye makeup was perfect and I wore my hair half-up.
All that stress about the way my shirt fit didn’t matter because I ended up buying a new shirt with an eagle on it and changing in the car. It’s super cute, but I couldn’t get a could picture. The built-in webcam isn’t super great anyway.
Thank you for putting up with my insecurities, y’all.
