But, anywhosers, today is a special day, other than the fact that it is Friday, because OITNB came out today!
(For those of you who live under a rock and do not know what that stands for, Orange is the New Black!)
Now let me just say that today really has not been the best Friday ever because I pretty much have been having the worst days of all. I plan on dumping out everything on here and then peacing for the rest of the weekend (even though I have not posted a single thing all week-sorry for that!)
So, for some odd reason I am having a lot of trouble figuring out, I cannot seem to get my ass out of bed this week. Now, this is something I struggled with for like ever, but this past year I thought I had this under control, or at least improved on it. But this week was a major setback.
I know what you are thinking. Getting up sucks for everyone. But let me tell you when I say that it is especially hard for me, I mean that in the most genuine way.
I could have my alarm on loud and located right next to my ear and I will successfully sleep right through it.
This past year, I worked really hard (and by that I mean, just attending later classes) on actually waking up when my alarm goes off and furthermore and really most importantly, I actually got up. This week, I have not been able to do any of this. I have no idea why and now that it is Friday, I really do not care.
However, this morning when I finally did get up (an hour later than I was supposed to), I was pretty angry at myself and I did care.
Fortunately and surprisingly, I got ready fairly quickly and was out the door.
Then, I remembered I was on E when I got into my car.
Heading to Felicia's because obviously a coffee and a bagel trump getting gas and it can definitely wait, and suddenly the worst thing that could possibly happen, happens.
My rear-view mirror FELL OFF.
LIKE DANGLING FROM THE WINDOW-ROOF THINGY.
I kid you not when I tell you that I began to cry. Like just started bawling my eyes out.
I became so very flustered and upset that I left Felicia's and went to Shell. I got some gas and then I tried to figure out the next logical thing to do.
This, apparently was to call my dad, then my mom, and to cry to both of them.
I swear I am 23.
And, I swear to you that this morning the entire ordeal seemed to be so much worse than it does now that I am typing it out.
(For those of you who live under a rock and do not know what that stands for, Orange is the New Black!)
Now let me just say that today really has not been the best Friday ever because I pretty much have been having the worst days of all. I plan on dumping out everything on here and then peacing for the rest of the weekend (even though I have not posted a single thing all week-sorry for that!)
So, for some odd reason I am having a lot of trouble figuring out, I cannot seem to get my ass out of bed this week. Now, this is something I struggled with for like ever, but this past year I thought I had this under control, or at least improved on it. But this week was a major setback.
I know what you are thinking. Getting up sucks for everyone. But let me tell you when I say that it is especially hard for me, I mean that in the most genuine way.
I could have my alarm on loud and located right next to my ear and I will successfully sleep right through it.
This past year, I worked really hard (and by that I mean, just attending later classes) on actually waking up when my alarm goes off and furthermore and really most importantly, I actually got up. This week, I have not been able to do any of this. I have no idea why and now that it is Friday, I really do not care.
However, this morning when I finally did get up (an hour later than I was supposed to), I was pretty angry at myself and I did care.
Fortunately and surprisingly, I got ready fairly quickly and was out the door.
Then, I remembered I was on E when I got into my car.
Heading to Felicia's because obviously a coffee and a bagel trump getting gas and it can definitely wait, and suddenly the worst thing that could possibly happen, happens.
My rear-view mirror FELL OFF.
LIKE DANGLING FROM THE WINDOW-ROOF THINGY.
I kid you not when I tell you that I began to cry. Like just started bawling my eyes out.
I became so very flustered and upset that I left Felicia's and went to Shell. I got some gas and then I tried to figure out the next logical thing to do.
This, apparently was to call my dad, then my mom, and to cry to both of them.
I swear I am 23.
And, I swear to you that this morning the entire ordeal seemed to be so much worse than it does now that I am typing it out.
Needless to say, I got over it. My amazing dad came to my work and fixed my mirror for me in the parking lot on my lunch break.
Then, my boss bought me lunch.
Then, my boss bought me lunch.
Then, my other boss let me leave early.
Then, I met up with my BFF and we sat in the sun and got drunky and had a girls night watching OITNB.
All in all, the day proved to be a pretty good one.
And now, since it is Saturday and I am sitting on the beach with my girls (shout out to the fly five- you know who you are), and this post is a day late, I am going to have to say goodbye for now.
Xo e
