I don’t wake up in the morning feelin’ like P. Diddy*. I wake up and think, once again, “Gluten is NEVER worth it. And WHY do i insist on such awful sleeping patterns?” Then: I roll out of bed (yes, actually roll, cause I’m all tangled in my blankets)
Clean up, pack, plan my day
Class (where I am now…blogging and doing homework because I want to be respectful, but listening to this man talk has the same affect as telling me to be still….an extreme LACK of stillness)
Hour-long meeting about new job (starts in two weeks)
Hour-Long meeting about current job (ends in six weeks)
Lingerie party (explains the outlet mall)
Dancing on Dirty Sixth because I love Tenaya.
Go home and sleep until 7am, to ramp up for tomorrow’s adventures, which will involve even more costume changes than today’s.
which is saying something.
Because what i’m wearing now will change at 5, again at 8, again at 11, and once more whenever I get home (hallelujah).
In other words, my life is always an adventure, never boring, and full of bags.
*I almost linked to that video. Then I saw the sidebar. KE$HA IS NOT SAFE ON YOUTUBE. thatisall