I thought that I just sucked at wearing heels since I don’t a lot. Turns out I fucking live in New York City and walk the length of the aids walk every day of my life. I always wonder how in the heck women wear heels every day at work but I guess it’s different when you’re not walking a lot :( No wonder all of these women bring a pair of flats with them :s I don’t want to have to do that but heels are so
I have a package coming from LA, it’s now in Northborough and it has to come to Tewksbury. It has until the end of tomorrow to get here, if not, it has to come on Monday or Tuesday. I really hope it comes before I head back to NYC. Northborough is only 42 minutes from Tewksbury so fingers crossed that it’s one of the shipments that goes out tomorrow / or has gone out today. FedEx, I’m counting on ya.
I’m trying hard. Real hard. Not to eat the sushi I’m saving for lunch @ work later on.
Pls come hang and eat Thai food with me. Going to shows alone is so 2009.
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NOPE. Even sleepily talked to Ian on the phone for a few minutes. NOPE. Tumblr fucked me, that’s what happened. I can’t even say that I’ll sleep for sure after this post because I’m listening to The Mars Volta and my dash is calling me. Gotta leave for work in less than 6 hours with an 8 hour work day ahead of me. Blargh.
No bra. Pizza pep&green peps). Ben & Jerry’s (milk&cookies). Happy Endings. TBBT. Netflix. I’d say this is a pretty relaxed night.