Shelby ruled.

Side note: if you’re looking for entertainment, WBZ is a gold mine during this storm. I’ve just heard “There were cars sliding down this hill. Let’s look at this one, it’s stuck.” “There will be plows out all day.” and “This man is running in the snow - oh, he fell.”

I worked at Sears for 10 days. I hated it. They made me unpack earrings, put them on the cards with the safety tags (who would steal their shitty jewelry?) and then put them on a rack (so I was on my knees in the store for hours). I got called in early for the Fourth of July sale - and had no direction. So I went to…

Get the prescription and take a day. I never take a day, and I needed to (and two from the gym, kill me). I’m still not 100% but the antibiotic helped.

I had a gorgeous pair of heels that I won’t wear because they have her name, and I don’t want to be beaten for wearing them.

omg. Is that an option? Because I’ll do it.

I found “Every Little Step” on a VHS in my mom’s basement, and when my boxing coach played it (because he was trying to find throwback tunes), I busted out every dance move.

Sure. I passed out but I’ll get to it!

Yes. I clench my jaw and hold my muscles SO TIGHT when it gets colder, so I wouldn’t be surprised if that had something to do with it. And I ran myself ragged putting on a good show at work yesterday while dressed up pretty, so I didn’t do myself any favors.

Oh that’s what it was! *I* want dinner *now*. *I* am in a mood and need consoling.

I pulled some tarot for you.

I didn’t want her to feel - I just wanted her to go away for a bit and let me nap. And why do I have to drive? Do I look like Señorita Driving Miss Daisy?

I am exhausted! I think I have some sort of lingering virus that has given me the chills and a light fever. I’ve been napping and then alive for three hours and then napping again ...

If my sister was switched at birth, this explains SO MUCH.

The shoes: Bandolino.

Am I the only one who looked at the Blackfish tweet and was like “Wait. First you felt bad for him because he was trapped in a fate worse than death, and now you’re all ‘aw, he dieeeeed’?” No one wants any one to die, really, but let’s not play both sides of the coin.

Uh, it’s on sale on sale (no, I mean it’s a sale with a sale, that’s not at typo), on GROUPON. Mariah Carey is being sold next to no name tunics.

... the performance, her attire, her general attitude - yeah. He would have. NEXT.

Actually, yes. My ex thinks he looks like Jason Statham. Completely not true. An alcoholic narcissist, sure, but not Jason.

Yeah. This. I called her a brat today and kind of meant it.