life is hard. because:
friday
- had to figure out what to wear for weather forecast of "100% heavy rain." (answer: jeans tucked into black effme boots, tank top, hoodie, and UT baseball cap)
- had to run across Tryon St. twice (in black effme boots) to catch cab home. would have been 3+ times if not for ashley's cab-catching and people-warding-off skills
saturday
- had to lie in bed for over an hour trying to figure out how to procure food without having to move. finally threw on sweat pants and windshield-sized sunglasses (thank god for windshield-sized sunglasses) and attempted to drive to chick-fil-a and back during Gameday commercial. (failed)
- had to avoid lots of direct flesh contact with all the girls dressed up for Halloween as Whore. Princess Whore, Policeman Whore, Nurse Whore, Cheerleader Whore, even Firefighter Whore. The creativity of twentysomething girls these days is AMAZing
sunday
- had to remove (despite usually loving being surrounded by orange) the myriad orange jello and punch stains spattered haphazardly around my apartment, including bathroom mirror and wall (vaguely remember the latter being my fault). ironically, i used Glistening Citrus Orange Windex
- had to figure out how long i passed out for this afternoon on the couch and if it was a dream or not that i was at the pool with my mom and she was telling me i should go kiss a boy sitting across the 3 feet deep section
- had to wonder how hot you have to be to date a professional football player and then break up with him when he essentially gets promoted to Dallas Cowboys Quarterback. i mean, in America, the ranking goes 1. President, 2. Bono, 3. rap moguls, 4. Oprah, 5. NFL quarterbacks. Well, I guess it makes sense. i mean, that's the reason i don't date NFL quarterbacks - i like to keep my options open. you know, for someone better to come along.
and tomorrow i get to start my work week again to earn my keep so i can continue to look forward to these hard weekends.
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