I went to work yesterday only to realize I had the day off.
I was not expecting to be this intrigued by Steinbeck's "East of Eden," but it's crazy, man.
I keep getting weird bumps all over my arms every time I go in the sun. I'm destined to be a ghost forever.
An 18-year-old-looking dude working at the fair hit on me while I was chaperoning a bunch of 11-year-olds. I got some free games out of it but lost miserably.
He originally thought I was their mom.. Wtf, mate?
I'm feeling the new Ariana Grande song.
I must be giving off the spinster vibe because everyone (including one of the aforementioned 11 year olds) is trying to set me up.
I ate half of a giant family-sized bag of bbq chips yesterday.
I wish I had the other half with me right now so I could finish it off.
The sweet potatoes in my kitchen have sprouted and I'm considering just decorating with them because apparently they are the only type of plant I can keep alive.
Some of the search terms bringing people to my blog lately are truly disturbing. I mean they make me laugh until I remember that someone actually typed that stuff into Google hoping to find it. Ew.
Linking up with Kathy.