PHOTOS! Way late. Because I’m a total bum.
So here we go with the photo a day posts:
I’m not even going to apologize for skipping a day as it seems to have become a trend that the best I can do is post every two days.
I didn’t post a photo yesterday in the name of FREEDOM.
So here is yesterday’s photo:
I hear this is the window to my soul, y’all.
Stop staring in it!
And here is today’s photo:
Yes, I use words like “vacay.”
Also - I’M GOING ON VACAY!!!
Yeah, I’m totally not rubbing it in.
Sorry I haven’t been posting, I’ve been getting crazy amounts of orders and/or planning for my trip. Clearly, I haven’t been spending any time making up reasons why I’m not posting otherwise I would have come up with something better, like that I took a job as Captain Picard’s assistant but quit when I realized it was just Patrick Stewart. Or that I directed reenactments of every episode of Days of Our Lives using only Rhesus monkeys.
I’ll post more when I get back!
There is a terrible travesty happenin’ up in hurr (“up in hurr” means the internets).
This recipe has been floating around:
Now why would I, someone who keeps willingly posting this photo of herself:
Will someone (mister) just buy me this damn fancy hat already so I can stop whining about it?
clearly showing I’m probably inebriated (now and then), have a problem with drunk gummy bears??
I recently took some time off to attend the SXSW Music Festival (and by attend I mean day-drink, dance my face off, and party from 12pm – 2am for a week).
It’s a charmed life I live, y’all.
Just know that if you attempt a week of Bacchanalian excess, at first it will seem like this:
And then after a week it kinda feels like this:
Pretty awesome, y’all.
I was going to post something before I left, and then leave some animated gif for you to watch for a week while I was gone, but
So I’m finally back and ready to roll. Because walking still hurts.
What did y’all do for Spring Break? Pics or it didn’t happen.
This past Saturday, my friends and I did the Color Me Rad 5K. It was pretty amazeballs.
Yeah, I still use that word.
Seriously, where else (except India) can you run around and have beautiful colored powders thrown at you? Actually, my foot ligaments are messed up so I had to walk the 5k. I guess I should have written it as: Seriously, where else (except India) can you walk at an annoyingly (to everyone walking with you) brisk pace because you really want to run but can’t and have beautiful colored powders thrown at you?