I went to acupuncture on my lunch break yesterday and for the first time in weeks, I slept though the night. I'll definitely be going back for some more voodo magic.
I have the queeziest stomach ever. D had a mole removed yesterday and asked me to put Neosporan on the spot this morning (it's on his back). I almost barfed at the thought of it . On that note, I'm also known to throw up pretty much anytime I have more then 3 cocktails. I don't even have to be drunk. It totally sucks.
You guys totally shamed me into retunring my cart at the grocery story on Sunday. Who says peer pressure doesn't exist.
I celebrate Valentine's Day. Now don't go getting all crazy on me. Infact while we're on the subject can somebody please tell me why so many people REALLY hate V-Day? I mean shit, I hear the "you should treat your love with kindness everyday of the year", but lets be real. That doesn't always happen and I don't know about you, but I like the reminder and the chance to be a little extra sappy. Besides, there's something about eating chocolate out of a heart shaped box that just makes the chocolate taste so much better.
With the exception of yesterdays post, I've either hated or half assed the stuff I've put out this week. I'm not proud of it so I think I'll be taking a few days off to regroup.
I got the highest possible rating on my yearly review at work this week. I felt proud for a minute, and then immediately shifted my thoughts to "where's the money". That quickly became "why the hell can't you just go for meets expectations" for once in your life. Can somebody please assisinate the overachieving critical part of me?
Confess away friends. XO