
Pants on the ground.
Bojangles.
Zero effort.

i’m tired.
my camera is currently out of commission, which is hindering any inspiration.
my meds are messed up right now, which leaves me cranky & unmotivated. & like it’s raining, even though the sun is shining.
i would like to drown it all out in bojangle’s & swedish fish, please. or at least a large cup of good coffee & a journal, but i don’t see time for that anytime this week.
& my right driver’s side tire is going flat, which is icing on the cake
so i’m rocking a ponytail instead of putting in effort.
mmmmm, bojangles.
& at least i got everything done i needed to do yesterday, which always makes me happy. i like clean slates.
i do not, however, like it when i realize my tank top has shrunk up too much & is therefore channeling britney spears circa 2001.
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but did you hear? one of my besties has three buns in her oven. & that makes me thrilled down to my toes.





