I just inhaled (over) half a container of hummus and to hide that fact I just sort of spread it across the entire container so it looks fuller.
Smirking my way through life. Takes pictures of food. Has nice hair. Pretends to run. Chicago dweller. Hugger. Perpetual cat lady. Let's be friends.
Apparently Thursdays have now become thirsty for me because I already have one of my longer runs done for the week and by Friday I’m too exhausted to party. So naturally last night was me and Steph and vodka and mostaccioli and gossip. But now I’m trying to figure out a way to not go to work because I literally cannot stand upright and my body feels like a wilted flower.
I almost threw up on my way to work so yeah, adulting.
goular tagged me and since I don’t wanna post the last (several) photo(s) in my phone as not to ruin bridal shower surprises, here is the fifth last photo, Gatsby in all his regal glory.
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don’t have a great relationship with my dad. He’s not ACTUALLY my dad, when I was six he married my mom so really he is my step-dad but since I was so young and never actually knew my real dad, I just called him dad (PS they have since divorced and my mom remarried).
I won’t get into why we’re not close because it is insanely personal, but just know that our relationship is always a “go through the motions” kinda thing.
About two weeks ago he asked if him and my step-brother could come up for a Cubs game this weekend. A pretty reasonable request, but this would have been the first weekend in two months that I didn’t have a single set plan for the entire weekend. The weekend would have been mine to tackle as I saw fit.
Once again, I couldn’t say no. It’s my dad and he has never visited and there isn’t another weekend available until October 25 and it’s Chicago in the summer and isn’t that what summer is for? So I had to say yes, regardless of anything I was looking forward to (helping bff with wedding stuff, Boulevard Fest, laundry, reading, sleep, seeing my boyfriend for an entire fucking weekend [hasn’t happened in over a month]).
He is the complete opposite of my mom - he has no plans. It’s like “oh we’ll show up sometime Saturday and leave sometime Sunday and don’t really care what we do in between.” It’s so inconsiderate of my time and it stresses me out.
Also add that he has no money. I don’t care if a person has money or not, but don’t suggest a weekend trip to Chicago if you don’t have money to spend. BEY KNOWS I don’t have the money to treat anyone to dinners or tickets or anything.
So what will we do all weekend? Roam around aimlessly eating frozen pizza? Can’t you do that in the Quad Cities? I know there is some stuff do that’s free: Millennium Park/Lakefront/Street Fests (of course the one weekend they visit is the one weekend there isn’t a street fest near my hood). But you can only do that for so long so I guess we’ll just see.
Welp, I have ANOTHER surprise I’d like to post about BUT CAN’T cuz the bff is on the tumblr.
Don’t worry snap chatters, your snap is coming.
My ex just g-chatted to tell me we were playing volleyball RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER LAST NIGHT and I didn’t notice.
I don’t know what’s weirder - me not noticing or him waiting until the next day to say something.