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.
Fuck a place called Walgreens.
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.
Steamed broccoli.
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?
Allie: 11
Matthew: 2
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.
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.
