It's placebo week and I hate everything.
It was unclear at the time of writing this whether or not it would actually get published because shortly before writing, I bitch slapped my laptop for taking 5 hours to load anything and then forced it to shut down swearing off electronics forever before composing in the notes app of my iPhone.
Before yesterday, I hadn't been to the dentist in an embarrassingly long time. Like, too long to confess even on confessions day.
The dentist is worse than I remembered and let's just say I'll be back there way sooner than me and my wallet are comfortable with.
Thanks to Brooke I discovered Zara the other day and gave them all my money. I wore a shirt that has cranes on it today. Cranes.
I ordered this blouse online and felt super profresh wearing it to a conference in my new black dress pants (ahem, Zara) except my eyeballs + fluorescent lighting = blue looks like black and I wore all black errythang except my noticeably navy blue striped top. It very clearly didn't match in the light of day.
My new design was lovely, right? Well it's gone now. Sorry. We're back to basics because I not only have the slowest laptop in America, I also had the slowest loading blog in America. Yea I could probably go through and get rid of dead links or make my images smaller but that takes time and a computer that functions correctly. Neither of which I have, so I gave up. Who wants to teach me how to make my own damn layouts?
A soy sauce packet exploded in my purse. Why did I have a soy sauce packet in my purse to begin with? HOW OFTEN ARE THERE SITUATIONS WHERE SOY SAUCE IS CRUCIAL?
I bought Epsom salt at whole foods. Who the eff do I think I am? I don't even have a proper drain stopper.
At work the other day I made coffee in the Keurig (because I hate the environment) and I could only find plastic disposable cups vs. the weird paper/styrofoam hybrid that's usually there, so instead of asking where they went or using my brain, I went ahead and made the coffee in the plastic cup. It melted immediately, of course, and I crumbled in shame as I tossed it in the garbage as quickly as possible.
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