Weed and wine

I will not fail Nojomo.

I just finished cleaning the office. Record two hours this time. I’ll still say it took me 4.5. Shhhh.

I’ve been terrible and haven’t vacuumed the apartment complexes in like 3 weeks. I’m supposed to do that every Wednesday. Every Wednesday I think, “I’ll just do it on Saturdays.” And on Saturdays I think, “I’ll do it on Wednesday, a couple more days isn’t going to make the place crumble.” I swear to god I’ll vacuum them this Wednesday.

Alright so, this thing with Will. I am determined to not overthink it. The situation now is that the chemistry between us was reignited and IF we decide to explore it, we’ll have to take it super slow just like any other relationship.

One of the issues is that he hasn’t asked me out again. It’s his turn, it was my idea to go out last time.

It almost gives me hives to talk about him again, in a real tangible way. I spent so much time trying to forget about him, was pissed when people mentioned him. Not because I missed him, but because I just wanted to forget. I asserted many many times that there was never going to be a chance that we’d get back together.

It’s so weird how things work out. You know, I kind of knew all along that it was going to go this way. OH SHIT I’m thinking too much about it already. Change of subject.

I got my Forever 21 shipment in last night and it is clear that I made some poor choices on the earrings front. Some of the earrings I bought were so fucking HUGE and long and heavy, the only way you could wear them is if you have no feeling in your ears. And bad eyesight. There is one pair that’s chains about SIX inches long that have to weight a pound each. I put them on and just laaauughed at myself in the mirror…. which is a cool thing to do I know. I was high.

Last night I went to get a facial. I’ve been getting them about once a month for 5 or 6 months, and it is fucking heaven. My aesthetician  told me that I ‘graduated’ from Acne treatments! I am thrilled. The extractions were minor and few. I cannot tell you how fucking stoked I am that I finally have normal clear skin. I’ve had some pretty shitty times in the past, two times in particular, that I was downright depressed because of my skin. I didn’t want to leave the house. And now? I am super confident.

Maybe too confident. I may come off as a little superficial and conceited in my entries, but I swear it doesn’t translate in person. There’s a difference between knowing you look good and ACTING like you know you look good. Confidence is winner, but don’t be too cocky.

I have been eating miniscule amounts of food since Wednesday. My little food tracker thing constantly tells me I don’t eat enough calories. Pish posh.

Clearing out my closet tomorrow. Weed and wine will be involved.

Don’t even get me started on my cat right now. I was so pissed at her last night that I wouldn’t let her sleep on my bed with me. She just WONT USE THE GODDAMN CAT BOX. I went down my back stairs that I never ever go down, and she had been shitting and pissing down there. I had NO idea. It was absolutely horrifying, especially since the door at the end of those stairs goes to the main house, where my neighbors live. So, they can obviously smell it. I was so embarrassed.

I cleaned up the shit and caked on Baking Soda to clear the smell. I blockaded the stairs but I’m concerned she’ll still be able to get past it.

Fucking sucks. She’s lucky I love her so much.