Hello my wild ones! The weekend is finally here and since we survived the week treat yourself this evening. I did.
I’ve only got one more day until my days off start and tomorrow I’ll be counting the minutes until I’m free again. In the meantime, I’ve got some work to get finished up and maybe I’ll bring along a book, or maybe I’ll continue binge watching Gossip Girl. Please don’t judge. We’re all entitled to our guilty pleasures and I may have found a few one in this stupid show.
Rent is due this weekend, so I’ll be living like like a broke bitch next week. Because of that reason I took myself and friends to dinner tonight because there will be no eating out next week. After dinner I tried to treat myself to some frozen goodness, but my plans went terribly astray.
For some fucked up reason the universe decided to mess with me. I haven’t had ice cream, like real ice cream, for months so imagine my delight when it was suggested that we stop for ice cream on the way home. I was so excited!! I should have realized that my excitement would mean bitter disappointment. First they were completely out of my favorite novelty flavor, coconutty, as a substitute I ordered cake batter because for a moment I forgot that the only cake batter ice cream I like is from cold stone. It was so fucking gross. From the weird yellow and brown swirly mass to the gag invoking taste. What the hell where they thinking calling that gross shit cake batter? Cake batter is all that is good in the world, sweet, tangy, and scrumptious, this was none of those things.
I pawned the gross confection off on my friends husband and then took myself to the car wash. That’s where I’m currently sitting writing out this post.
My car was in desperate need of cleaning and the inside could still use some work, but this will do for tonight.
I love car washes. There a tunnel of utter solitude where I can turn my radio up, scream all the words to my favorite song, or just think. I’ve done some serious thinking in car washes. Something about the water and soap is just very calming to me.
Today I pondered on my hair, real deep I know, but last night I had a dream that I woke up and my hair was it’s natural dark brown again and I loved it. My eyes looked brighter, my skin more pale and creamy. That silly dream had me seriously contemplating a major change in my hair. I’ve been various shades of platinum, purple, and grey for over a year now and while that dream did have me thinking it may be time to go back to my roots, literally, I don’t think it will be happening. I love my hair color. I love knowing that I can make my purple as bright or soft as I want and that as it fades my blonde will be beautiful. So for now I’ll be staying blonde and just dreaming of my former glory days.
My dogs are demanding scratches, so I’ve got to give them my full attention. Night!
Caloric intake: 1,783
Calories burned: nada
Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!