Blowing your nose is disgusting.
This is so perfecttttt
can you imagine trying to clean it tho…
I like my job. It would bore the brains out of many many many people, but I get to do it largely alone, and its FANTASTIC!
A week from tomorrow I get to see the best man in the world, and thats going to be so wonderful. I miss this man, very much.
And Im in bed for the night already and its not even 8 o’clock yet and thats making me super happy because I love sleep.
having clearish skin means I get to sleep in almost half an hour longer than I usually would. Yay no makeup because lets face it I am lazy and could never be a makeup every day kind of girl. To much work. I also trimmed my bangs and they look nice.
And to make it worse, now instead of being excited about seeing Ashok after two and a half months, Im anxious and stressed because of the upcoming weekend long party that this trip turns out its going to be. People stink I don’t like them.
Ive been looking forward to this weekend for ages and it isn’t going to be what I want at all. What I want is a weekend of just you and me. Instead it will be jammed full of activities and full of people, and I knew one of the days would probably be that way, and suspected that both would be . Now that I know for sure, I feel so disappointed I want to cry. Was one day too much to hope for?