File under ‘reasons I can’t go out this weekend’.
Like seriously mini. Is it too much to ask for a double-bowl sink in LA???
You have nothing. You have a pile of secrets and lies, and you’re calling it love. And in the meantime, you’re letting your whole life pass you by while they raise children, and celebrate anniversaries, and grow old together. You’re frozen in time. You’re holding your breath. You’re a statue waiting for something that’s never going to happen. Living for stolen moments… you keep telling yourself they all add up to something real, because in your mind they have to, but they don’t. They won’t. They never will, because stolen moments aren’t a life. So you have nothing. You have no one.
Yes, that’s pepper spray hanging on the far right. COME AT ME, BRO.
I should probably go grocery shopping.
I’m officially settled into my new home on Manhattan Beach Boulevard! I hired a moving company because I live in a third-floor walk-up, and I may or may not still be sore from bringing my TV up the other night! Ha. I was hoping the movers would look like Ryan Gosling à la Blue Valentine, and they did—except they looked less like Ryan Gosling in the first half of the movie and more like Ryan Gosling after they fast forwarded a decade and ripped his heart out (along with most of his hair). Them’s the breaks!
This is pretty much how the rest of my day went.
I regrettably opted for self-installation.
Back to the scene of the crime! Birthday shots at Bub’s with the birthday girl last night. It felt good to be home ♥
9:30 in the morning might seem a bit early to chalk this day up as a loss, but I’m going to do it anyway. This does not bode well for my weekly weigh-in tomorrow.
The sound that came out of my mouth was not human.
At last, an MTV show I can get behind.
Silver Linings Playbook. Loved, loved, loved.
Can someone bring me a soft pretzel? I’ll be in bed under the covers. Thanks.