Now one of my top 5 most hated activities. Up in 4 hours to continue the fun and excitement of relocating my (almost) 20 years of accumulated shit + more shit. Good news is my new house is cool as nuts and my room is enormous, bad news is the house is almost 200 years old and about 100% haunted.
Geeze louise. Look forward to lots of stupid pictures.
I am a Weddington cast away. My mother took my car to Charlotte for the whole day and I have no friends here and I might have some kind of breakdown. My car is my only friend here and she’s been taken away and all I want is to crash a pool with my Game of Thrones book and a tervis tumbler of iced tea and maybe pick up some Pinkberry. Is that so hard?
I spent my morning with some crazy bitch flossing my teeth with barbed wire at the dentist and all I want is some sun… christ.
Full out ugly cry all the way to Georgia because my dad and I have been arguing over amendment one and he wont let it go. He is the exact reason why this amendment is happening. I’m disgusted and embarrassed and this is the reason I’m a political science and journalism major, so I can educate ignorant people like him before they put their sloppy hands on ballots.
He’s also taking a lot of time to shit on people in abusive relationships after both me and my sister have been in several of our own. Of course, my sister was married and my dad told her to stick it out. Real cool, dad.
That’s not to say that my dad is a bad person or didn’t do everything for us growing up- just that I’m disappointed in his inability to look at things from both sides.
How did I just spend 74$ on underwear? What’s wrong with me? “Oh cool this bra’s only 35$ let me get 3 pairs of panties for 30$ too!” Ughhhhh.
Update: I returned the panties for a more sensible pair of shorts. I haven’t ruled out going back to get them… or maybe I’ll pick up the impulse pair of lace shorts I almost bought at urban… I’m not allowed to go shopping by myself anymore.
FTW. Grey’s my favorite color so obvz I have to pick him.
Also- I’m dying of a severe cold that has rendered me unable to celebrate drinko de mayo/derby day appropriately. Good news is I’m back home so my parents can still feed me margaritas and mint juleps under the name of “fluids” while bringing me other treats.
My mom is old and is in a book club because that’s what old people whose kids have gone to college do.
Her book club is notorious for picking terrible books (, and I happened to have gotten my procrastination from my mother who always waits until the last 2 or 3 nights to read the stupid book and gets all stressed out about it- but this is beside the point).
Anyway… this month, her book club book is… drumroll… my mother is almost 60… and very Catholic… and never gets drunk… and is pretty much a brunette Carol Brady who loves garden parties… drumroll…
50 Shades of Grey.
What the fuck? Which one of the grandmas in that group thought of that one? She said they “read the first chapter and looked at the reviews on Amazon.” She also said something about ‘bondage’ but I had stopped listening because I was too horrified to hear anymore.
Great- now I can never ever ever read that book knowing that my mother read those words.
There is some sick side of me who would love to hear what these grandmas have to say about it though.