Monday, February 16, 2015

they may be your wounds, but they're my sutures.

Well I've officially become a scrub. I've taken several showers this weekend because it's the only thing that will make me feel better. I haven't worn a bra in two days and it's beautiful. Other than the fact that I haven't been able to eat or get out of bed and I've thrown up like ten times. You're welcome for the image. The only thing I've accomplished is watching two seasons of Mad Men. It makes me really wish I lived in the 60's. It's not fair we live in such a boring age, which I shouldn't say because look at all of the cool things that are happening, I just wish that we dressed like they did.  I would look sorta ridiculous if I wore pencil skirts to work. I'm not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. I want to quit and live off my savings for a bit. Move anywhere.

I really would like a new computer. I just don't know if I want to spend $800 on a new computer when I have one that works 65% of the time. It works, let's say, but the battery is completely dead and the plug comes out randomly and then shuts off because there is no battery life. I just want someone to find one for me and pick it out. I just hate doing the research. I'm too lazy.