I’m having horrific anxiety that someone is going to steal my package being delivered today that contains my panda hat.
Terrible. Anxiety. Over a panda hat.
I think I’m trying to avoid other things that are giving me anxiety right now.
I’m having horrific anxiety that someone is going to steal my package being delivered today that contains my panda hat.
Terrible. Anxiety. Over a panda hat.
I think I’m trying to avoid other things that are giving me anxiety right now.
Fabulous.
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I want a puppy.
The end.
Craig’s grandmother died on Friday night. It’s been a weird weekend. I (thankfully) haven’t been to a funeral since I was 18. And that was my first funeral, to bury my 18-year-old friend.
This had a different feeling to it. It was a celebration of a full life. Of a woman who loved her family. Who introduced me as her granddaughter to her friends when we visited her in Florida in February. Even though we’re not married. We’re not even engaged. But that didn’t matter to her. She beamed from ear to ear as she pushed her walker and showed us off. Her family. Coming to see her.
I only hope that I can have as full of a life as she had. And that, one day, my grandchildren will also refer to me as “cool.” Love ya, Nanny. You’re the greatest. And thanks for telling me I have nice legs.
I know. I think I’m crazy for doing this. It’s Nov. 13, so hopefully it won’t be too bad. And I’ve got my fingers crossed for some cheap-o running gear from Marshalls too! I need a hat real bad, so my little head doesn’t freeze! And not to be a TOTAL idiot, but I’ve never used aquaphor. What does it do?
Um. I’m also running a November half. Let’s freeze together!!! My friend is taking me out next weekend to properly shop for winter running gear so I don’t die of hypothermia around mile four haha :) Yaaaay halves (halfs? halves? w/e)!!!!!
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npr:
Steve Jobs arrives in heaven, by editorial cartoonist Dave Fitzsimmons.
Going to my very first fashion show tonight. Pretty much the best day ever.