I’m sorry, but when I get home from a work day that started at 7:30 in the morning, the first thing I have to do is take my pants off.
There’s really no other option.
Laughing my fucking ass off. I’m playing dubstep in the car, and when the bass dropped, my mom got so startled that she ran the red light.
Crash My Party is my new current jam.
Marry me, Luke.
I don’t know why anyone would ever even CONSIDER dating me to begin with.
I can’t even believe what I’m fucking hearing right now.
They changed their policy that instead of going in every 30 days for prescriptions, they mail you 90 days worth of them instead.
My mom didn’t reorder my birth control!!! So I ran out Saturday and HAD NONE FOE SUNDAY. OH MY GOD.
Now I have to wait 3-5 days to get it in the mail, wait until my next period and then take it. The worst part?
NO SEX UNTIL THEN.
Not like I’m gettin any anyway.
What dad cooks for dinner. Holy fucking hell.
Pork chops: brined, glaze with honey, thyme and vinegar.
Orzo salad with orzo, spinach, basil, mint, green onion, tomatoes, feta cheese, and lemon juice/zest.
When I take showers, they get longer and longer every time. It’s probably because I have so many products that I use each shower.
So I decided to count my prices versus my brother’s. the result?
What the hell? My kindle is all jacked up!! Ugh. This is heartbreaking
Lol this is what my mom sends me while I’m gone. My dad doesn’t like cats and Anakin doesn’t like Dakota.
Looks like a whole lot of false love haha.
I seriously love networking with other diabetics. Being able to connect with people who are just like me creates an instant bond that I can’t explain very well. We just click really fast and are able to talk about anything, even if it’s not diabetes.
I’m just so happy right now.
Beach time. Hotel bathroom style.
MISS AMERICA CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!
Life is made.
FINALLY made it to Tampa and I’m all checked into the conference and hotel.
Now I’m sitting in the room waiting for my two roommates to get here. Both of whom I don’t know.