I’m not working, but I still don’t like Monday
I am an anxious mess lately. Having all the things in boxes does not a happy OCD person make. Luckily, I’m playing avoidance games, which are probably not as effective as they could be because I’m aware of how my brain works.
There are people coming to paint my apartment door. Because lord knows this couldn’t wait three more days till I was gone. They have to leave the door open for most of the day. Mmm, paint fumes and anxiety - it’s a heady blend.
I am very whiny and I’m having a hard time focusing. It’s not helping that it’s seventy degrees out and all I want to do is go to the beach.
The back porch of his home… and mine, as of next weekend.
why do I have to find all the nice people right before I leave?
This is an actual conversation with a gentleman at the post office in my town:
me: I got this notice in my mailbox for package number blahdy-de-blah, but I left a note for her to just leave it in the lobby. It doesn’t need a signature, could you please have her just leave it tomorrow?
gentleman: no, I’m afraid not - the owner of the building asked us not to because things are getting stolen.
me: well, I don’t have transportation and you’re kind of a long way from my home…
gentleman: yes! We are! Aren’t you in the [unnamed office building]?
me: um… yes….
gentleman: Jerry brings you lots of packages out of here. I’ll give it to him to deliver to you tomorrow!
me: oh my gosh, thank you! This is the last thing I’m having delivered here, so I won’t trouble you guys again.
gentleman: it’s no problem - you’ll have it tomorrow! Have a nice night, miss.
Seriously. I feel like I’ve either gone back in time, or my little town just got very, very tiny.
"I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way."
-Simone de Beauvoir (via amandaonwriting)
Almond Chocolate Chip Cookies - no sugar or flour… and so very tasty. I can’t wait to share them tomorrow.
May 24th can't happen quickly enough
She: I was wondering if you might like to have a weekend off before I move in. We've been spending every weekend together for over a year now and... I'm going to move in soon and then I'll be all up in your business; literally in your business, doing administrative stuffs and... and barefoot in your kitchen too...
He: seriously?
She: well, yes... I mean, I don't have to be barefoot, but...
He: no.... you seriously need a weekend off?
She: not really, no. I thought you might like one... to go out with friends or go away for the weekend.
He: If I wasn't with you on the weekend, I would probably just work... and stress out about work. And be miserable.
She: oh.
He: nothing is fun without you. You're mine and I want you here. I'm looking forward to you moving in and being here all the time. So, no... I don't need a weekend off.... Conversely, I was going to offer to come stay with you for a day or two if you needed help packing.
She: {insert all manner of happy-weepy girly gibberish}
These are stickers… and I need them
the calm before the storm in Boston
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