“For Your Own Safety, Never Chase The Bus.”

Number of places to sit = prosperity.

Me without boots: swift, elegant, only trips a little

Me with boots: indecisive, bonk, wait no, bonk, stomp stomp

I have come to understand something about myself.

If you stick me into a heavy downpour, no umbrella, and tell we to walk from point A to point B, I become a giggly idiot. The heavier the downpour, the harder it becomes for me to not erupt in giggles.

Basically, I was trying to not look creepy while laughing in the rain as it slowly started to pour harder and harder while I was getting absolutely drenched from the head down. I’m talking shoulders-shaking, body-rumbling, toothy-smiled laughter.

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To catch you all up: I got my own real makeup for the first time ever a few weeks ago.

Anyways, I learned I’m much better at putting drag makeup on myself than trying (and failing) to give myself a “natural” makeup look (not like I’m planning on regularly wearing makeup anyways so no biggie on that front)

And it looked pretty sick might I add!

sometimes self care is just saying ‘this person is a fucking idiot’ and exiting their blog instead of continuing to hate read their awful opinions on things

When it comes to 2019, can we just skip that year and dive straight into 2020? I want to make jokes about eyesight and celebrate the 100 year anniversary of women having the right to vote. I feel like 2019 is going to suck for everyone.