By the end of last year I was able to come up with a pretty consistent posting schedule. Then it all came to a halt. What happened?
I got pregnant.
No sneakers allowed.
By the end of last year I was able to come up with a pretty consistent posting schedule. Then it all came to a halt. What happened?
I got pregnant.
I’m admitting to them, so you can’t hold them against me. That’s how that works… right?
Time flies when you’re over 25. Years, not posts. I started this blog two years ago and it feels like it was 3 months ago, max. The past post was my 100th. Even though I feel like I haven’t learned all that much, after 100 pages of content, I must have some lessons learned, right?
Here’s a list of 10:
I know that’s not the picture of a cat, but I couldn’t find a royalty free scowl that was that representative of my state of mind, so you’ll have to deal with the owl.
I’m a level-headed, reasonable, logical person who is guided by facts and facts alone. So you might wonder how come I’m starting to get affected by the covid quarantine 2 months after it ended.
Well, because f*ck logic. Nothing makes sense anymore.
1. The fact that forgiveness is the key to happiness doesn’t mean revenge doesn’t feel good.
2. No matter how anti-piracy you are, you’ll never pay for WinRar.
3. You’ll never know what tomorrow will bring, but try to guess.
In case you haven’t read the first part of this story, I’ll start with the same disclaimer: this is not a joke. This actually happened to me.
If you haven’t, go read that first post. It’s important for context and I’m 100% sure that you will laugh at my misery. It’s ok. I would if I was you.
This isn’t a joke. It was March 14th 2020, my wedding was supposed to be in 2 months, we were living a f*cking full fledged pandemic, I was starting a post graduate program along with a new full time job, so I needed something to provide me with the stress I was clearly lacking. I guess a missing wedding dress would do it.
I’m not a cheap bride. I wasn’t looking for a deal. I got my dress at a respectable, well rated store. Well. That store was sold at the end of last year. And the new owner is, for the lack of a better word, hum, ratchet.
In my 19 Makeup Products of 2019 post there was so much left to say, that I decided to make a dedicated one with the rest of my random thoughts and reflections on the past year, makeup wise. Turns out my thoughts could be expressed in bullet points, and I ended up with what looks like a makeup tag. So I decided to turn it into a makeup tag.
I think making the bed in the morning is the most useless and ridiculous chore.
I associate colours to vowels and numbers. Sometimes I can remember a name or date just by the colours I remember them having.