The saddest most empty looking studio in the world…things are starting to get more real
Rolled out of bed and crutched down to the local coffee shop for breakfast and coffee outside. There’s something I love about sitting in the middle of the city looking a mess (hi pjs and messy bun thank you sunglasses) enjoying your morning routine. It’s like peace amidst everyone’s morning chaos and commute. I don’t do this often but this morning was the perfect time. I passed a gentleman who thought I was doing the walk of shame on crutches…first giving me props then telling me I still looked good. Nope, woke up in my own bed…but thanks for a laugh that early In the morning. Today’s my last day of working in admissions and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sad. Another part of what brought me here today is getting a dozen fresh baked cookies to bring in, they’ve been my office family for the past 3 years and cookies aren’t really enough to thank the motherly secretary who says she prays for me to get a good job and is there to tell me that the boy I dated was an idiot, or thank my boss who is more like an older sister, calling me in her office to tell me about a date, or get coffee for both of our Friday morning hangovers. I’ve learned so much working with them and it’s bittersweet to be leaving, I’m excited to move on to new things but this job has been so good to me over the last 3 years. But in the meantime I’m still waking up, drinking my coffee and dog watching outside
hottest thing ive ever seen
(Source: machoalpha, via lisaarec)
this jackhammering/construction outside my window has got to go….severely disturbing my nap/plans to lay in bed all day binge watching the hills or something similarly crappy until its time for grad practice. i have to figure out the logistics of not only crutching up and down stairs and across a stage but also how to do it while holding a rose and a diploma. and shaking multiple hands. nobody likes my suggestion of just carrying it in my teeth. lame.
last night i got a little text happy and decided it was time to “catch up” with multiple exes. surprisingly without any bad results…i was nervous to look through my phone (and check my bank account) this morning but there was zero damage control to be made and i actually have plans to catch up for real with some of them.I’m blaming this on the guy at the end of the bar that looked like my one really shitty ex. (whom i did not contact…A+ for me). like uncanny resemblance…except hotter.
now all i need is for that job to email me back about that second interview…stalking my email is getting a little out of hand
senior dinner…because dressing up on crutches is impossible