tried to make it to trader joe’s before they closed and got there just too late, went to target to buy bleach, went to TJ Maxx and got a white Zara bralette and a pair of little white lounge shorts for like $10, came home and ate beef bulgogi/kimchi/broccoli/rice and a piece of one of my many Costco bargain frozen peach cobblers, watched the new episode of Pretty Little Liars: Summer School the most godawful TV show I have ever seen
i was trying to code some thymeleaf stuff but that wasn’t working. plus my lunch sucked and it’s hard to get the minimum amount of fiber needed. so now im under my weighted blanket listening to true crime videos
big momma’s working the late shift so that means i get to have my big breakfast (ft. hashbrown the size of my face) on the couch in my robe while watching TV. time to munch on this for the next hour and a half and watch the latest episode of white lotus that i don’t really care about but feel compelled to see
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
