to feel so old.
I’ve already been awake for over an hour.
I’m in the kitchen, getting high, eating white cheddar cheez-its, and drinking Gatorade Zero.
Insomnia stoner life.
The wedding reception was in Rocheport at a winery overlooking the Missouri River. It was beautiful:
More proof to support that claim:
The bride & groom –
That’s my boss!! Here we are:
And miscellaneous –
I seduced D tonight by asking him if he’d like to see me model some thongs. 😘
This sweatshirt dress is everything I’ve ever wanted in a garment, and I need more.
So we all (should) know by now that Covid has ruined fashion. I searched for days for shorts to wear on this trip and all I could find were high waisted mom shorts, like the label actually said “mom shorts.” Against my better judgment, due to desperation, I caved and bought a pair. They’re ugly as fuck, weirdly baggy, and I typically despise high waisted anything, but I must admit these are comfortable as hell. I rolled them because they are an awkward length otherwise.
And I’m not mad about it.