I downloaded Sonic the Hedgehog on my iPad last night out of sheer boredom. I was instantly transported back to my 10 year old self, playing on my older brother’s Sega when he wasn’t around.
…I also might have stayed up until 11 (I was tired way earlier) trading on and off with Russell because we just had to beat one more level.
Did I mention I’m turning 28 in less than a month? Maturity, ya’ll.
One of my co-worker keeps talking about how she wants to lose weight and how she can’t lose weight, etc. etc. ending cycle.
I would estimate that 3x a week she gets a plate of tacos from the dining hall. About 3x a week she also gets a ridiculously large scone from the coffee shop. She’s only in the office 30 hours a week and not at all on Fridays, to put that into perspective. When she doesn’t eat that, she brings in iceberg lettuce fucking drowning in some sort of cream based dressing.
Now, I love tacos. But eat them 3x a week covered in sour cream and cheese? Uh, I wouldn’t lose any weight either. And salad…good, but not when it’s a) iceberg lettuce with few other vegetables and swimming in creamy dressing. And scones? Love me some scones but I’d assume they taste so good because they have about a 1/2 cup of butter and a cup of sugar in them.
It takes everything in my power to not scream: LOOK AT YOUR LIFE, LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES.
(I’m also just getting really sick of her because she talks constantly out of boredom and I don’t ever give a shit about what she’s talking about.)
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the “good old days”. Where we didn’t have 40+ hour a week jobs, or mortgages to pay, or worries about what to make for dinner after a long day of work. Where we didn’t have to work out 5 days a week to keep ourselves looking like we did when we were 22 (who. am. I. kidding.). Where we could drinks rails until 1am and eat pokey sticks and play video games until 4am and bounce out of bed at 9am for class and weren’t worried about the 10am meeting with the higher ups. I want to go back to the fun times I spent with my best friends living mere feet away from me. Sometimes I want to go back to an easier, carefree time when I was less anxious, less self-critical, more OK with myself and OK with my career path and how I look and feel and think. Before the fights and the drama and betrayal that ripped apart friendships. Before the tragedies and grief and loss that changed us all at our core. Before the rite of passage we call graduation that yanked us from our comfort zone and thrust us into the world of bills and worries and tiredness and constant fucking self-reflection
But then again, that’s part of life/growth, right? I should be happy I have “good old days” to look back on. But sometimes? I just miss the good old days and the friends and the community and the overall carefreeness of it all.
Italy (look at all that bread!)
See the rest here.
I am shocked at the amount of sodas and juices that people drink. Also, the USA family is from Raleigh. Sister just notified me that they went to our High School.
The US one kind of disgusts me. Whenever I go grocery shopping I inadvertently start comparing my cart to others. I’m shocked at how much crap people buy…so much soda and shit in boxes. No wonder the US has an obesity problem. I’m embarrassed to admit how often Russell and I fist bump when we realize our cart is almost entirely fruits, vegetables and lean meats. And the best part? We pay about $40-$60 a week for groceries…pretty good for healthy food. You’re only given one body so you better treat it well.
I have pretty much exclusively purchased my shorts from jcrew…for the last 10 years? Knowing this is ridiculous, anyone have suggestions of other places that have good shorts? I feel as though I should branch out.
Are you supposed to keep them together? They confuse me.
I think being called uncouth is probably one of the worst insults.
I was just thinking about someone who I think is incredibly uncouth and was like, dang self, you’re mean.
Anyone else agree?