I’ve always been such a “waiting for the other shoe to drop” type of girl.
I’ve decided I’m now going to be the “throw the shoe at your head and run first” kind of girl.
This might be my “I woke up at 4:30 am, showered & got fully ready, am leaving for a 3 hour road trip & may stab anyone that cuts me off on the freeway” look.
If being naked under my new heated blanket with one foot poking out so I don’t get too hot is wrong…I don’t wanna be right.
(This is all WAY less sexy than it sounds so calm down.)
I’ve been asked if I’m the same on Twitter as I am in real life.
100%. I am absolutely this annoying, clumsy & fairly boring. And constantly self-deprecating. Definitely.
I went shopping for new jeans today because I thought I went down 1 size (37 pounds down)
Nope…
I’m 2 (almost 3!) sizes down! Holy shit! Proud of me. Now I need to go eat something bad for me as a reward 😂
Showered, dressed, makeup and hair done ALL in under 20 minutes. I should get some sort of girl trophy or something, right? Just don’t look too closely 😂
My 21 yr old had the AUDACITY to wake my ass up before 7am so she could open her presents & then right after she went to sleep.
Now I’m awake for the day.
Merry Christmas! 😐
Fuck sending anyone a naughty pic.
If you’re going to see me naked, I want you to have to struggle to hide the disappointment on your face in front of me.
*DISCLAIMER: none of you are going to see me naked, ok? 🙄
My adult daughter is 4’9
She informed me that when she left work this morning, her goodbye to her coworkers was “It’s Dec 1st. I’ll see you all on the 26th. Santa needs all his elves for the season.”
😂😂😂 if ya’ll thought I was self-deprecating😂😂😂
Me: 44 yr old tired & grumpy woman with freezing cold feet.
Seeking: Someone’s warm thighs or legs to stick my cold feet under on the couch or in bed to warm them up. No weirdos. Or a weirdo. I don’t give a fuck, as long as you have body heat.
I was asked how long I’ve been single and when I answered “I haven’t had a ‘boyfriend’ for over 5 yrs and I haven’t been ‘seeing’ or dating anyone for over 2 years” I realized something.
Hi. It’s me. I’m obviously the problem 🤦🏽♀️
Everyone - thanks for being kind - I’m sorry, I should’ve clarified I’m hurting from a self inflicted hangover.
You’re all very sweet but I did this to myself.
It will happen again.
California Cold: No pants with slippers and warmed up chicken, cottage cheese & taco seasoning to get my protein in. (I’m even rolling my eyes at myself)
Hey, newsflash - unless I take an up close photo of my face where you can see my pores, my tits are gonna find their way into that photo.
It’s pretty sad women feel comfortable shaming other women for what our bodies unintentionally grow.
New Twitter is mean.
Hey disrespectful “reply guys” -
If you think you’re being funny/cute/sexy, etc., you’re not. For fuck’s sake, stop being cringey or at least be original.
Good talk.
*this is not a blanket statement. You know who you are.
Pro tip (or warning, whatever)
If you have or will ever make me snort laugh, I’ll end up half in love with you.
That’s it, that’s what does it. Nothing else.
Me: Hey Kid, I’m doing Carnivore the whole month of February.
Kid: You’re gonna smell like steak & bacon
Me: oohhh maybe I’ll find a boyfriend
Kid: That’s not how that works
Ummm…she’s wrong, right?
Hey, did you all know that the average person walks a mile in 15-22 minutes?
Fuck being average, right? Since it took me longer, that means I’m above average, right? Right??!!?
Excuse me as I hobble away to ice my knee. Fuck.
I need a monogamous sex addicted husband.
Monogamous (safe sex), sex addicted (I want sex every day) husband (the idea of even liking a man throws me into a anxiety filled tailspin, so a husband because who likes those?)
I think I’m on to something here.