Right now I truly feel like a fireplace would solve every problem I have in the world. I could toast marshmallows if I had a fireplace.
It's been hot and since I don't have a car I have to walk everywhere, which is normally not a bad thing, except it's the WORST THING EVER when it's 80 degrees out. For those of you who think 80 degrees is not hot - you are dead to me. DEAD. Your corpses are rotting in the blistering 80 degree heat.
I didn't get out of the house at all today, due to the aforementioned Hades-like temperature, so I'm feeling a bit crabby. And by "a bit" I mostly mean that I would happily bite your head off, and not in a figurative way. CRUNCH.
I'm certain that s'mores would solve all my problems, but I don't have a fireplace.
I also managed to screw up the same page in BOTH copies of the job application Chrissy so kindly printed out for me.
The universe is conspiring to drive me insane through tiny, insignificant irritations. Slow torture. Universe, I swear, if you tap me on the shoulder one more time I am going to break your hand off.
3 weeks ago