If watching 100 hours of Greys because I’ve been sick is wrong, I don’t want to be right. I want to be miserable and misery loves company. And trauma and drama and tragedy.
Had super vivid dreams that I was late for work so I obviously spent my morning laying in bed pondering this while I should have been getting ready... self fulfilling prophesy?
Goodness, I’ve been so far in my own head today that H and I got lost hiking, I stopped at a green light and I just took my clip out of my hair and threw it in the garbage for no reason.
I have said it before and I will say it again. I drink too much to be allowed on Snapchat, please someone take it away from me. Also wine Wednesday will be the death of me. 🤦🏻♀️
I tried to refuse to Lyft home alone from the bar because I hate talking to strangers on the drive home and someone asked what my alternative was. Umm yea I guess you don’t do much talking with one night stands so, easy choice? Yup, apparently no one else likes my logic. Rude.
It’s apparently my Twitterversary, meaning that one year ago today @harryh523 and I were getting drunk on @ElizaLucinda’s couch and I was watching them argue about wedding things. Oh how time flies... miss you both!