hm

Being John Malkovich.
....it's a pretty good movie.


blogging seems to be something I don't do anymore.
I have 8 unpublished blogs within the last 2 or 3 weeks, good ones, but unfinished.
I always think I'll finish them at some point, but always just say....fuck it! and I start on a new one.
then that new one, becomes a replica of my old one, unfinished and mediocre.

I'd post them all for the beauty of their imperfections, but I'm not because I'd say they were too personal.

I've been working extra at abercrombie lately, they are raping me with shifts.
I feel like someone else when I work there, someone who abides by the A&F dress code, one who will chat about Gossip Girl with the blonde bimbo 23 year old managers. One, who is not me at all. But... do I care? No. I have been making acceptable money, and this isn't a job I'll be keeping for years to come. For whatever job that might be, it will be me. Somehow.
Or, maybe I'll end up at a cubicle and hate my life. And get pissed when someone takes my stapler. Or moves me to another cubicle. Or doesn't give me any of the fucking cake.


I never thought I'd still be texting this person from the cruise. From Atlanta, and he is a jew.
But.... there is nothing wrong with that.
I have to wake up early tomorrow to spend the morning making one epic breakfast with my friends.

I am really starting to enjoy cooking.
I know I have made plenty cooking errors in my time, but, everyone makes mistakes.
and I've definitely fixed those errors, I am one determined girl to be the best cook she can be : )

That was gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Oh well! night you all, have the sweetest of dreams that your little heads can imagine.
xoxo