So the little calendar thingie tells me I haven't posted in something like 87 years, and the worst part is I don't even have any entertaining stories to share 'cos I've been nowhere. Literally. Nowhere. Just endlessly paddling around in the shallow end of Dissociation Lake, being kept alive by nothing but pool floaties and cereal.
Yeah, I've been out of it. Big time. I think I have three solid memories of this summer: 1. buying some plums, 2. finding out that my chosen shade of foundation does not hold up in direct sunlight (side note: the beige-head-hovering-uncertainly-over-a-white-neck look did not help with the dissociation) and...
Nope. That's all I got. Two. Two memories.
And now it's my birthday and I don't know what to do about it, 'cos it's one of those Bad Number Birthdays. Bad, bad number. Go suck a lemon, Bad Number.
Any ideas on how to make the bad number go away? And don't say wine and sleep, 'cos I already tried those.
...five dollars??!!!? Get outta here...
Yeah, I've been out of it. Big time. I think I have three solid memories of this summer: 1. buying some plums, 2. finding out that my chosen shade of foundation does not hold up in direct sunlight (side note: the beige-head-hovering-uncertainly-over-a-white-neck look did not help with the dissociation) and...
Nope. That's all I got. Two. Two memories.
And now it's my birthday and I don't know what to do about it, 'cos it's one of those Bad Number Birthdays. Bad, bad number. Go suck a lemon, Bad Number.
Any ideas on how to make the bad number go away? And don't say wine and sleep, 'cos I already tried those.
...five dollars??!!!? Get outta here...