My head hurts. Enough that it gets it’s own bullet. Even after Fioricet.
I don’t like thin mints. In fact, I don’t really like Girl Scout cookies at all, though I admittedly have high hopes for the smores cookies.
I don’t care if Lularoe is a pyramid scheme. Their shit is cute (though admittedly overpriced). I enjoy that not every random person is wearing the same prints as me.
I’m a snob.
Sweet and spicy BBQ popcorn for the win.
PTSDee was hilarious.
Chemo ruined my toe nail beds.
Is it date night yet?
Difficult Women is really good so far. About halfway through.
I have to wake up crazy early again tomorrow morning for court and I’m DREADING it.
I think I’m going to venture out in a bit and purchase a crochet kit.
