Today I don’t want to talk about weight loss. I’ve been obsessing and need to talk about other things. Today I want to talk about butterflies and sunshine and bubblegum pink pistols that remind people of me (don’t ask… actually please do!).
I want to think about how much I love my nails painted sparkly red (China Glaze: Ruby Pumps) and how I don’t care that the ring I wear every day clashes with the bracelet I wear every day. I mean, if you whore out your best friend’s hugs in Tijuana for a bracelet, you damn well better wear it every day.
Today I’d prefer to wax poetically on how much I love my city, especially when it’s sunny (all two days out of the year). I’d rather discuss the fact that most of my clothing belongs in the closet of a seven year old and how I don’t care.
I’d rather tell you the story about why I’m terrified of geese. No, really, I am. I’m about 98% sure that all geese are feather covered Satans. Once, one of the biggest demon geese I’d ever seen actually chased and bit my dog. George was a Black Lab/German Shepard/Golden Retriever mix. That dog had huge teeth and was almost big enough to resemble the dog in The Sandlot. He could have kicked Clifford’s ass in a fight. That was George. And yet, the demon goose took him down.
Geese are EVIL.
I’ve really wanted to share that for a long time.
They’re pretty much the only thing I’m afraid of, except for rejection.
My ear just started bleeding, I just thought I’d share.
Don’t ever get your cartilage pierced at a piercing pagoda, you’ll never stop having issues with it.
By the way, as soon as I remember how to use my camera, I’ll be posting new progress pictures. Feel free to oogle me.