rewarding myself with a drink later as a little treat for actually getting up for a hot sculpt pilates class BEFORE 7 on a saturday morning..someone please tell me they’re fucking proud right fucking now thanks ☺️
in honor of national “dying to know” day, y’all really oughta ask that guy or girl you’re talking to “what are we?” …follow me for more ways to get your feelings hurt 🥰
telling my “references” (close friends) to talk about me to a prospective employer as a battle-hardened and honorable knight and not as the court jester they keep around because life is funnier when i’m in the room (i fear my future may be doomed by my own commitment to the bit)
one friend is expanding her family, another is planning her wedding, a third friend is getting engaged…but hey, i booked out the next like 4 months to start my leg sleeve 😎#heyalexaplayfuckimlonelybybilmuri
dad asked if i was making chicken and rice for BREAKFAST so i told him i was meal prepping for the week, to which he then asked me what “gym rat i was trying to impress”…sir, you are nearly 70, shouldn’t you be playing golf
love that indeed shows me when employers don’t select my application…so yes classpass, i WILL sign up for that pole dancing class because why the hell not
making a spotify playlist and calling it “thinking of bri” so that my 3 friends have something to listen to when they miss me (they never do, i just romanticize my existence sometimes)
being absolutely edged by the ominous flickering of a light fixture right now like for fuck’s sake am i getting possessed and dragged to hell already or fucking not