I live in Las Vegas. I enjoy cosmetology, body positivity, bad tv, baking, pop punk, pugs, and diy & crafting.
We’re having a mini baby shower for this girl at work today. I made funfetti cookies and I know there’s going to be cake and other yummy food! Assuming that it’s not all eaten by the time I get to work at 2!
Let’s get a little ~*~body positive~*~ up in here, y’all.
I’ve been really productive today! Here’s what I did:
- got a haircut
- sent Niko her package of goodies
- started cleaning my bathroom
- made macaroni
This lady came through the fitting room yesterday and she was so fucking gorgeous. She had a really short pixie cut but it was brown, very choppy and texturized. She had on this striking mod looking black dress and heels, individual eye lashes. Yet she still looked a little “business-y”. UGH. We talked about short hair for a long time.
I was pretty much in love with her. Short haired lady, I love you!
My phone needs to hurry the fuck up and decide if it’s broken or not. It either acts totally normal or is a stupid asshole and freezes/turns off whenever it damn well pleases.
My parents are out of town all weekend. I work four hours this entire weekend. Fuck everything. I wish someone would come over and drink with me while watching netflicks.
Wake up. See how early it is. Shuffle down stairs for some water. Smoke a bowl. Go back to sleep.
So, we’re trying to ween my nephew off of his behavioral meds for the first time in almost four years. All I have to say is, he’s off the walls. I’ve never seen him so hyper. I just hope he can learn to channel his energy so he’s not having to take medication his whole life. I know he doesn’t want that and better now than later down the line.
So, the quest to find a second job has begun. I gave my resume to the manager at Supercuts and I’m going to go to another one close to my work. Seriously though, if I do get another job I think I might have to start injecting diet coke and low carb monster into my veins.
I hate when someone tells me that I’m not “fat” or “chubby”. That’s what I identify as. It’s not up to you to decide how I see my body.
Some days when I forget to take anti depressants, it’s like I can’t even speak without tearing up. I think I’m just tired.
I hate that it’s getting hotter. Stupid asthma is acting up because of it. Damn you, desert. Damn you.
I was just a sad, dumb little girl in high school and treated everyone like shit basically. I had a hard time being a genuine friend and it took me a long time to realize how I had been acting. I guess that’s just ~*~growing up~*~
I love how I spend money on weed but refuse to buy myself a new purse because it’s 22 dollars still. That’s too much fucking money for a purse. Betsey Johnson or not, I’m a cheap ass.
So pumped to see Eric!