registered nurse/fat babe/ursine enthusiast/proficient napper/eternal procrastinator pictures of me
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I have no business being in a thrift store when I’m this hungover.
My best hangover face. I’m just gonna lay in bed and eat Popsicles and drink gingerale because I need to. I made my poor boyfriend come to the mall and then I spent 50 dollars on tea for some reason.
UTERINE AGONY. I tried to fix it with a bottle of raspberry absolut vodka that Keith left in my freezer last weekend, and it worked. We don’t have any advil, but I found drinking alone + smoking several superslim menthol benson & hedges were JUST AS EFFECTIVE and also more fun.
Also I bought this thing on Ebay, I think, but I don’t really remember? I think it’s supposed to be a stag.
I didn’t even get an interview for the job I wanted, and I was so upset, but then I got over it and applied for like, 20 more mental health nursing positions, mostly in Ottawa and Toronto. Fingers crossed.
From Friday.
Last night at Crotch’s Boner. I am so seriously hungover today, but I had enough wits about me to at least bake my stepmom a birthday cake…strawberry lemon yogurt. SO GOOD.
I crave carbs like whoa when I’m hungover, so I made this and it’s probably the best hangover lunch ever. Penne with my homemade sauce, and some zucchini and cremini tossed in sriracha mixed in, with a buttload of parm. Now I’m just gonna lay in bed and watch Buffy and probably nap and maybe fall asleep and have sex dreams about Spike.
Brunch with my family (hungover).
