Comfort food
So this week has been a doozy. Sort of.
On Monday I had a growth removed from my lady parts. Friday I found out that it wasn't a baby. Phew! Nor was it cancer. WHOO HOOOO!!!!!! Is all I can say.
But then I got the fade from a boy I liked. *sigh*
The universe giveth, and taketh I guess huh.
And work was bleh. I love my job, but it pays peanuts. And there's this difficult co-worker, who is a good person, but who loves to create lots of useless busy-work and drama. It can suck the life out of a person really.
There was some other stuff too. Oh yeah, PMS hit me too this week. I am actually surprised that I didn't kill someone. Huh, how about that.
After that kind of a week, I would be stuffing my face right now with ice cream and brownies and vodka. Instead I went and had a facial by Marianne.
Let me just tell you that I FREAKIN' LOVE MARIANNE.
And when I am rich I am not going to wash my face anymore. I am going to go get a facial every morning when I wake up. So there.
She has her own little space at the Coolidge Corner Arcade and it's a one woman show. Go. You will not be disappointed.
Then I went and bought the bare minerals make up. I have sh*tty skin. If I eat nothing but chocolate and potato chips I break out. If I eat nothing but fresh fruit and veg I break out. If I read Teen Beat I break out.
So I never really wore make up, and when I did it was to squirt a little foundation into the palms of my hands, rub my hands together, and then smear it all over my face in a uselessly haphazard way. Yeah, I never quite finished Girl School.
But you can't really f*ck up bare minerals.
Now I am home again, trying not to think about the boy and trying not to make a batch of Moet's Famous Chocolate Chip F*cking Delicious Brownies.
Because I will eat the entire pan. Like the last time I had this kind of raging PMS.
However I want something comforting on this crappy gray evening. I have some small potatoes I am going to roast with garlic, washed down with a great big can of beer and some good old Jane Austen on the boob toob to keep me company.
What food makes you happy?
On Monday I had a growth removed from my lady parts. Friday I found out that it wasn't a baby. Phew! Nor was it cancer. WHOO HOOOO!!!!!! Is all I can say.
But then I got the fade from a boy I liked. *sigh*
The universe giveth, and taketh I guess huh.
And work was bleh. I love my job, but it pays peanuts. And there's this difficult co-worker, who is a good person, but who loves to create lots of useless busy-work and drama. It can suck the life out of a person really.
There was some other stuff too. Oh yeah, PMS hit me too this week. I am actually surprised that I didn't kill someone. Huh, how about that.
After that kind of a week, I would be stuffing my face right now with ice cream and brownies and vodka. Instead I went and had a facial by Marianne.
Let me just tell you that I FREAKIN' LOVE MARIANNE.
And when I am rich I am not going to wash my face anymore. I am going to go get a facial every morning when I wake up. So there.
She has her own little space at the Coolidge Corner Arcade and it's a one woman show. Go. You will not be disappointed.
Then I went and bought the bare minerals make up. I have sh*tty skin. If I eat nothing but chocolate and potato chips I break out. If I eat nothing but fresh fruit and veg I break out. If I read Teen Beat I break out.
So I never really wore make up, and when I did it was to squirt a little foundation into the palms of my hands, rub my hands together, and then smear it all over my face in a uselessly haphazard way. Yeah, I never quite finished Girl School.
But you can't really f*ck up bare minerals.
Now I am home again, trying not to think about the boy and trying not to make a batch of Moet's Famous Chocolate Chip F*cking Delicious Brownies.
Because I will eat the entire pan. Like the last time I had this kind of raging PMS.
However I want something comforting on this crappy gray evening. I have some small potatoes I am going to roast with garlic, washed down with a great big can of beer and some good old Jane Austen on the boob toob to keep me company.
What food makes you happy?
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And now that I can drive I can take them to the post office myself. wooo!
Yeah cupcakes whoo hoo!!!