I should probably stop sexting my boyfriend and actually do some work. But that doesn’t sound like nearly as much fun.
12 oz Ribeye with Cajun “Char Crust”, bleu cheese butter, with white cheddar potato gratin: it’s what’s for dinner. Nom.
I think I found a hair cut I like. It’s one I keep coming back to, but I never go for it. I should probably just go for it, and if it looks bad on me then at least I know. Right?
I bought a giant chocolate chip cookie at lunch, and I definitely shouldn’t eat it, but I’m totally going to eat it. Yolo, baby.
