December 13th
December 9th
Laughed out loud. Me, all day, every day.
(via sweatsandstilettos)
(Source: thatsiciliangirl, via sashayrae)
At the risk of sounding like I root for the pinstripes, all I want for Christmas is another World Series title in Soxtober.
Welcome to Boston, Carl.
(!!!)
analyzer
Why is that, the happier you are while in the presence of your someone, the crazier you are while you’re apart? Dating is full of such inverse relationships. At the beginning, the closer you feel to someone, the harder you (or I - maybe it’s just me) have to work to maintain a suitable distance. Becoming too familiar too fast is never healthy, but it feels so unnatural to stop your instincts in their tracks.
Since I was a little girl, I’ve always lived life dozens of giant steps ahead of myself. It’s a struggle for me to enjoy moments as they happen because my analytical side drowns me in what if’s and when’s and how will this turn out’s? These questions are louder and more persistent when I’m left to my own devices and, while a little reflection can go a long way, overanalysis can choke your ability to get from day to day.
This morning, I’m running on the memory of a perfect weekend, but suffocating from a workweek filled with stress and some not-enoughs that I should shrug off, but can’t. Friday can’t come soon enough.
December 8th
Two days in a row.
Buy soup for lunch, take two bites, and feel so nauseous, I have to throw it away.
