Hokey Gal

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I’ve truly hit the man jackpot.  So last night I was feeling grumpy and dissatisfied with life (for no good reason) and he magically knew what to say. He let me vent my feelings about nothing in particular without trying to fix anything. Then he let me wear his shirt and cuddle into bed. The best part? He rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair while d.j.ing a string of sweet, soft songs until I fell asleep. Thought I was finished? This morning while we were snuggling around and bein’ lazy, he said that after I fell asleep he wrote a song about me called “You’re Still the One.”  Yep, I found him.

I’ve truly hit the man jackpot. 

So last night I was feeling grumpy and dissatisfied with life (for no good reason) and he magically knew what to say. He let me vent my feelings about nothing in particular without trying to fix anything. Then he let me wear his shirt and cuddle into bed. The best part? He rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair while d.j.ing a string of sweet, soft songs until I fell asleep.

Thought I was finished?

This morning while we were snuggling around and bein’ lazy, he said that after I fell asleep he wrote a song about me called “You’re Still the One.” 

Yep, I found him.

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Food poisoning is effing miserable! But lo and behold, I feel good today! My back/hips/pelvis are pretty achy from literally not moving all day yesterday, but no more sicky tummy. Which is awesome. 

So my impromptu sick day yesterday put me waaaay behind on the Christmas shopping. Ugh. Lots and lots to do before Friday. Ready? Set.. Go!

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Downing the Pepto this morning. Woke up and puked and am rolling around on the couch being miserably sick. The boy went out this morning to get me the Pepto and a preggers test (just in case). Food poisoning, ick.

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Group Projects

should die a vicious, evil death in the depths of hell.

Once again, I got fucked over by mine. We were all supposed to write 5 pages and pass it on to the next person. What happens when everyone writes 3? Erin gets stucks with a shit-ton of pages to write before it’s due at 2pm tomorrow.

This is to my group-mates: FUCK YOU. Go fail at life.

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Purging.

To avoid studying for finals, naturally.

Just deleted a ton of people off my Facebook friends list. They were mostly people I didn’t actually know or were never actually friends with in real life. Why the eff do I let them see pictures of me and my life if I don’t actually know them? Not anymore! Woot! 

But there was also this big group of people I used to be friends with in high school who turned out to be terrible people. Won’t go into details, but generally got fed up with their shit. So what did I do? I deleted all of them. And it felt gooood. 

I don’t need a bajillion friends and I don’t want them. You have 1025 facebook friends? So you have that many cyber creepers that you don’t actually know stalking you on the daily? Good for you. Hope you don’t get killed by that guy Solomon “Joe” Schwartz with the profile picture of him and his cat.

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Exhausted.

Moved. Again. The 3rd time this year.

Now I have a new apartment with no power or gas that is FULL of boxes that need unpacking and sorting. Have I mentioned that I HATE unpacking? When I come home from vacation, my bags stay unpacked for weeks. Yes, plural.

I’m just going to stay at Eli’s and pretend we’re still living together.