productivity zero

I cleaned my room. I vacuumed and err'thang. Now all I need is a rug, some FURNITURE and a real ADULT-SIZED BED. Ahhhh. Still coming up with a billion plans to make Mo'Moneyz. Most of them involve me being creative and all of them involve me Getting Off My Lazy Ass. remains to be seen, but there is still hope. I cleaned my room after all.

Store was empty all day, and I miss Hannah, so I made a collection of things that remind me of her/I know she likes:

She's my Best Granola Buddy. I even found something with a roller skate with a heart on it, as a little shout out to her awesome girlfriend. I may be an Ultimate Dorkus, but I am a very thoughtful Ultimate Dorkus. Side-Note: I always though TOMS were like baked potatoes for your feet, and always hideous. I guess I was wrong and right at the same time. Wrong = TOMS aren't always ugly as all fuck. Right = Pink+Glitter makes any object attractive.

I sprayed myself with some Chloe Rose Edition~ perfume this morning. I don't smell the ~Rose~, but it does smell almost 20 times more synthetic than regular ol' Chloe, which I love. This one kind of smells like the feeling I used to get as a child whenever I would rip a brand new Barbie out of its box. If that makes sense. Either way, I don't know if I like it or not. Its been sitting on my skin all day and I'm still not sold on it so I guess that's a no by default. As for G of the Sea, I realize that I love the bottle a whole lot more than the actual scent. It is supposed to be a ~*Woodsy*Floral*Musk*~ but (on me, anyways) it smells more like a zesty, orange-vanilla candy orgy. Which is great, however, the scent is super short lived. It only stays for 20mins. Then it disappears and smells like nothing. If I find it on sale at 50% off, I may reconsider purchasing it. And it probably will, that's how I got Baby. still kind of wish I could buy off tester bottles.

ugh how is it not five yet :(

just sayin'

wouldn't honesty just make everything easier? I mean, it would fo sho make the entire situation last half as long as it would. just let me know so I can move on to the next chocolate milkshake life has to offer.

monday blues clues missed alarm afternoon

I used to get this sharp sensation in my chest and all these doubts in my head telling me I was unwanted and unwelcome. I guess it used to cripple me quite a bit and I would sometimes even obsess over how to make things "right" again.

Now, not so much. There's an empty, numb spot where the sharp pain used to be. I guess maybe I reached an age where I no longer see the necessity of pleasing absolutely everyone, or going out of my way to secure a friendship with someone. I mean, not that I am just rejecting all my peeps left and right. But if you don't want to chill I guess I won't chase after you. It is rather liberating. Now my only true worries are linked to my responsibilities. Mainly, rent moneez. And how to secure they make it to Ryan's pocket on time.

Last night we had a mini bbq. By mini I mean it was just Ryan, Casey and me. We were outnumbered by hotdogs. It was delicious. It was first planned out to be a James Franco Appreciation night, and I had brought over 3 disks of Freaks and Geeks as well as 127 hours... which we were gonna watch first but bitched out because ... well, we didn't feel like crying. I think I got them all addicted to Freaks and Geeks though, which I am happy about. I really wish that cunt hadn't stolen all of Avenue Video's Undeclared though. Who does anyways? Whaaaat a cunt.

All is well though, I'm going to plan out a monthly budget from this paycheck on, and figure out a way to live comfortably.  Aaaaaaand waste more time on polyvore, of course:

oh, in a perfect world. this is what I would be wearing to work today :(