Is there anything more beautiful than your reflection in the toilet water you’ve been staring at while waves of nausea hit you?
I recently applied & interviewed for a job that I didn’t get and now thanks to the power of the Internet everywhere I go there are pop-up ads or google ads or whatever for said company.
I bought two quick picks for the megamillions last night. I never buy lottery tickets and wasn’t going to, but I was peer pressured by my mother to do it…so I did. And guess what? I won $7. Now guess who’s going to Mcdonald’s and ordering my extra value meal large?
My boyfriend & I went to one of my fave Vietnamese places in Chinatown (fave cause it’s cheap) to get pho this past Saturday night. I originally wanted to get banh mi, but that sandwich place was closed (and now I am craving that sandwich so hard). Anyway, my bf had never had pho before and doesn’t really know how to use chopsticks. I felt guilty the whole time using them, because I am by no means a chopstick aficionado so I couldn’t really teach him. I know how just to use them (barely) and am always afraid that people are watching me use them and laughing on the inside.
How could I be so naive?
You know you really nailed a joke when the person you tell the joke to laughs so hard they fart.
It shouldn’t bring me as much joy as it does and I am sure karma will come back to get me, but my old roommate came in fourth in the election tonight.
I have had a link open all day to apply to a job at a movie theatre near my house. That’s the state of things today. The pay is terrible, like worse than my part time job in college, but there are health benefits and free movies.
I just want her to go away and come back in ten years when she is healthy & a better actress. The last part is negotiable.
Do you ever find yourself thinking about heaven? No, me either, at least not regular heaven, but on occasion I do think about cat heaven cause that’s real. When I was younger, maybe in 6th or 7th grade, one of my mother’s friends died. He was in his 50s and died of a heart attack. He was always around and then one day he wasn’t. I was also in catholic school at the time (and until I finished high school) and was never particularly religious (and I am not at all now), but for years after his death I always imagined him sitting up in the clouds watching me doing things I shouldn’t be doing. I would look up and say, “You should probably look away now.”