Blogging is hard.
There are two empty bottles of wine in my kitchen. Yesterday they were full.
I bawled my eyes out when my workout video wouldn't play. Like, full on temper tantrum sobs.
I went running to make the crying stop and after six miles I decided it was time to drink.. and eat pizza.
I've been hungover, crampy and internally bleeding all damn day.
I've been sneaking Brookside Dark Chocolate Acai Berries all day every day for the past two weeks.
I felt guilty about it yesterday, but instead of not eating them I did squats while I ate them.
I had no idea the singer from Neon Trees looked like this.
I keep remembering things I'd really like to do, like go see "The Fault in Our Stars" or buy groceries, but then I remember that I'm poor.
The other day I got peed, pooped and puked on by the dude baby for a total of three costume changes. Then Ziggy puked on me too.
I still don't know where I'll be moving come July 31st.
Party on, Garth.
Linking up with Kathy for Humpday Confessions.