I guess I'm doing well, but I would not go as far to say I'm "slaying it" or "succeeding" at life. I'm not destitute or insane, but I feel closer to insanity a lot. I haven't killed anyone or anything.
I got these red boyfriend shorts at Old Navy, in the hope of wearing them and landing that boyfriend. Well, the legs were boxy and although the waist was comfortable, it still created a rather large muffin top. To sum this up, I looked hideous in these shorts. And, bitch, one thing I do have is nice legs. Terrible ass though.
I had to return these before 45 days since the order, which was yesterday or today. So I went to Old Navy yesterday, driving past the gym. After I returned the shorts, I found myself at Trader Joe's, planning to skip the gym and eat Kung Pao cauliflower tempura. I grabbed something I had heard about and had always meant to try: cheese and caramel "Chicago style" popcorn. It's all mixed up in one bag. And it is addictive and mysteriously delicious. As the bag says, the sum is greater than it's parts or however the fuck that goes. I am good at math, but not at that saying.
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| Feel the burn. I actually did; this shit was hot. Oh, did I mention they use real fire? |
Life can be fucking hilarious. I went to WaterFire. It was an amazing night, magical. I had this feeling of hope I haven't had in many moons. The next day was horrible. Water and fire. It's funny how quickly things can change. This is a good reminder to enjoy the moment and to try to live in it, however one manages to do that. It's all so beautifully difficult.
I remain lucky to know such great people and have such nice friends. One of my friends brought me these flowers from her garden after my terrible day. Of course, there's hope and happiness always, no matter what happens.
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| This is my dog as a gangsta. |
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| Look at his leg fur. It's crazy long and luxurious. |
