Oh, to be that dog… What a life!
Romantic getaway priorities.
I’m as sick as a dog
… But there’s apparently choppers circling my neighborhood because of the fucking Hollywood arsonist. And I’m scared to take a sleeping pill/put in earplugs in case he decides to torch my house tonight.
Not a happy camper
You know your travel nemesis/the Princess of flight 2055?
The girl who is usually about your age, but:
-acts like she’s the only person to ever own a cell phone and has loud, pacing conversations on it at your gate
-crowds the boarding door even though she’s seated in Zone 6, then sighs heavily when you politely try to get past her when they call your zone
-Tries to cut the line for the bathroom
-Elbows her way to the mouth of the baggage claim
-Is nowhere as cute as she thinks she is?
Yeah, I almost flicked that bitch tonight.
This was a very cathartic post.
Home alone with my 15 piece Scarlett O’Hara ornament collection. Which I forget about each year until I come home and see the tree. One day they will creepily populate my office. (Taken with Instagram at Marietta, GA)
I haven’t worn a watch in so long… resetting it for East Coast time was both delightfully low tech and just plain delightful. (Taken with Instagram at Somewhere above Oklahoma)
H&M?
Creative Concepts on Piperlime. Get into it. Also highly recommend Tinley Road.
Free returns!
I kinda can’t wait for people to wake up to this on their feed tomorrow morning.
Good god do I need a vacation. 3 more days!
