My Favorite Unskilled Activity Is Ruining My Bangs
Is it that hard to pay someone to give me those quirky romantic comedy bangs!?
Yes, it is. Very. I have serious trust issues with cosmetologists... Hello, beautiful unicorns! It's PMS week and I'm alive and able to tell my story. No, I wasn't kidnapped or banned from writing. Yes, I'm still in a relationship. Hell, I posted a #MCM picture on Instagram this week. I know, it's been a while but nothing has changed. My life continues to be an emotional roller coaster and the weather keeps being an asshole in good ol' Cincinnati.
When people ask me how my relationship is going, I always answer "I haven't killed him so I guess it's fine". I think it's a pretty fucked up answer but that's the rawest reply I can provide. In all honesty, we've been pretty fucking amazing. Ryan went on a guys trip to Nashville last weekend and we've been in a honeymoon phase since he came back.
Deep down I know it will be over pretty soon. Quite frankly, there's only two type of women happy during their periods, those in tampons commercials and the ones going through a pregnancy scare. Nothing more exciting than mother nature saluting you after spending twelve bucks on a pregnancy test! You end up kind of salty because you had to waste money to confirm what deep down you knew. You weren't pregnant, just fat and crazy.
During my Nashville break, I acquired a new obsession over pantry and fridge organizers, faced my phobia of crowded places to buy a record on Record Store Day and most importantly, didn't drink a drop of alcohol. In fact, it's been like three weeks since the last time I had a beer. This makes Ryan think that I'm pregnant, which to be honest, is kind of fun. He starts having mini breakdowns but then he realizes that I'm too much of a psychotic to "be this normal" knowing that a thing is growing inside of me. Is this topic making you feel a little paranoid yet? No, I'm not pregnant. You're not pregnant either. We're fine and we'll get through this week.
Life is about keeping a balance and since my relationship is borderline normal now, fuck-ups in other aspects are mandatory. I've been carrying a sinus infection for the past three weeks since I keep forgetting to take my meds. I've spent way too much money eating out because "I'm tired and I don't feel like cooking". And above all, I haven't posted anything in what feels like months. I don't really have a reason, the closest to an excuse I can provide is that I'm still trying to figure out the dynamic of the blog and sometimes, overwhelmed is my middle name. So, folks, the only consistent thing here is my instability and you'll never get disappointed by that.
On a final note, send your partner on a weekend getaway and I'm telling you, that's the key to a healthy relationship. I should write a book about it but for now, I'll concentrate on my egocentric hormonal ass and PMS Diaries. And maybe, just maybe as I get wiser, I'll finally get an appointment for them quirky romantic comedy actress bangs at a beauty salon.
P.S: Book is canceled. Ryan got home hangry and fighting over pizza decisions 🙃.
When people ask me how my relationship is going, I always answer "I haven't killed him so I guess it's fine". I think it's a pretty fucked up answer but that's the rawest reply I can provide. In all honesty, we've been pretty fucking amazing. Ryan went on a guys trip to Nashville last weekend and we've been in a honeymoon phase since he came back.
Deep down I know it will be over pretty soon. Quite frankly, there's only two type of women happy during their periods, those in tampons commercials and the ones going through a pregnancy scare. Nothing more exciting than mother nature saluting you after spending twelve bucks on a pregnancy test! You end up kind of salty because you had to waste money to confirm what deep down you knew. You weren't pregnant, just fat and crazy.
During my Nashville break, I acquired a new obsession over pantry and fridge organizers, faced my phobia of crowded places to buy a record on Record Store Day and most importantly, didn't drink a drop of alcohol. In fact, it's been like three weeks since the last time I had a beer. This makes Ryan think that I'm pregnant, which to be honest, is kind of fun. He starts having mini breakdowns but then he realizes that I'm too much of a psychotic to "be this normal" knowing that a thing is growing inside of me. Is this topic making you feel a little paranoid yet? No, I'm not pregnant. You're not pregnant either. We're fine and we'll get through this week.
Life is about keeping a balance and since my relationship is borderline normal now, fuck-ups in other aspects are mandatory. I've been carrying a sinus infection for the past three weeks since I keep forgetting to take my meds. I've spent way too much money eating out because "I'm tired and I don't feel like cooking". And above all, I haven't posted anything in what feels like months. I don't really have a reason, the closest to an excuse I can provide is that I'm still trying to figure out the dynamic of the blog and sometimes, overwhelmed is my middle name. So, folks, the only consistent thing here is my instability and you'll never get disappointed by that.
On a final note, send your partner on a weekend getaway and I'm telling you, that's the key to a healthy relationship. I should write a book about it but for now, I'll concentrate on my egocentric hormonal ass and PMS Diaries. And maybe, just maybe as I get wiser, I'll finally get an appointment for them quirky romantic comedy actress bangs at a beauty salon.
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| Here's a pretty picture of the backyard. Unrelated, like everything in my life. |
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