It was just above 70° during my walk home today.
Tank top and hair cut weather.
I know, it almost looks the same, but if you saw the creature I left on the bathroom floor, you’d see that most of it is gone. Just a little baby poof up front so I have something to mess with when I’m nervous.
I dunno. I kind of want to chop it all off, but John says he can’t look at me when I don’t have any hair :l
Just waiting for the other ‘mos to arrive, but not waiting for them to show up before I start drinking. It’s going to be $25 to get inside the bar the club anywhere tonight, so I’m getting drunk for free first.
This isn’t my house.
Where am I.
David Attenborough Voice: “And here we see the creature foraging for food in the lobby of a residential building. It has found a bag of Chex Mix that someone left inside the vending machine—perhaps as bait.”
Is it too late for me to come out?
I’m going out. I tried to get a picture of my outfit, but I can’t take a decent photo with this stupid phone.
I just ate an entire can of Salt & Vinegar Pringles. I feel like I’m going to die.
I’m not reblogging that post again, so I just yanked the pic.
