weirdly happy despite all the stress from work and school this week. (1 midterm (already???) & 3 papers & 2 presentations & corporate visits at work & spartan race on Saturday) whewww
He was driving me home and a black cat crossed the road and he was all “A black cat crossed our path we have to go another way!!” So instead of going home he suddenly turned left and we went on a mini adventure around the city, what a perfect night.
There’s this boy and he’s really sweet and cute
but he texts in incorrect grammar and I just can’t.
a boy just called me at 11 at night to talk about a poem
It’s my best friend’s 21st birthday and we’re getting drunk on her couch, it’s an exciting life guys
I’m really really happy because I got a 100% on my final project for women in lit and the semester is over and it’s so! nice out and I’m cleaning and doing laundry and my brother will be here in a couple weeks and I actually really like both my jobs and the people I work with (which very few my age can say) and I’m excited about next semester and I feel good about myself and my body and everything is good, I’m happy. Everything is good.
Am I writing an essay or am I verbally vomiting all over this paper and can I tell the difference?
I spend a lot of time making lists of things I need to do instead of actually doing them.
I work at a big gym that has locations across North America and part of my job is to call people across the country whose credit cards have been declined and ask for new billing information.
Anyway because the universe likes to throw weird situations my way, one of the people I had to call today just happened to be my old therapist. The one that moved across the country without telling me. This is the same one that completely randomly happened to be treating my ex at the same time. What the fuck universe.