This morning I woke up feeling more exhausted than when I went to bed. It’s a Monday! Ugh! But I had to get up and get my arse to work and so I threw on the top my boyfriend wanted me to buy at Torrid a couple of weeks ago. I had been putting off wearing it because it’s very brightly colored stripes and a tank style top but it’s also a kind of sheer material. Anyway, I threw on my usual jeans (Torrid, Curvy-skinny, dark wash, 26W) and then this top. The armpit holes are a bit too big and I was just like, “Really?!” when I looked in the mirror but then I just said, “Fuck it!” and grabbed a black tuxedo style blazer from my closet (very old LB blazer, missing all the buttons) and rocked it anyway. I’ve already gotten a few compliments. I like it because of the colors, obviously, but also it’s a nice length. Length of tops is so important! And while I love the newer high-low styles, usually they don’t work for me. It’s not that I feel compelled to cover my belly because I don’t like it, but more because I just like a certain length for my own comfort. I really wasn’t feeling it today but I’m glad I went with it anyhow. My hair was a hot mess and when I got to work they wanted to take my picture for my access badge. I was all, “Really?! On a Monday?! No fair!” but today was the only day so I slapped on some red lipstick (Revlon’s Colorburst Matte Balm in Standout, I love this shit so much) and gave it my best. 😀

I’m still tired as fuck, yes, even after coffee, but it doesn’t matter. Time seems to be flying by faster than I can keep track of it all, anyway! Sometimes that works out for the best and sometimes it bites me in the ass. What can ya do?! 😛

I was really surprised by how much I was able to post the last two weeks on this here blog-a-ma-thing. Maybe I just forgot how for a bit? No, that’s not really it. I just don’t know what to share or how best to share it anymore. Like, I used to right? But lately I feel like no matter what I say or to whom it will only get misconstrued or hurt people. Trauma is a bitch, eh?! Also, I don’t wanna be that girl who only talks about her boyfriend or work. I mean, I could go on and on about my puggyman and how I was singing along to Salt ‘N Pepa’s “Whatta man” but changed the words for my pugyman so I could sing it to him…but that’s not that interesting, unless you met him! Ha-ha!

I guess I’m having a hard time navigating life like I used to because my gear shift is firmly planted in HAPPY and I’m not used to that! I mean, my life ain’t perfect, nor should it be (perfection is a myth!), but I just can’t quite relax and let go. I suppose I’m not doing any harm with that, but my life has been sort of simplified for me in a lot of ways. There’s only so many hours in a day and my own self-care, dog and job take precedence. At least on a weekday/night basis, the weekend is quality time with my favorite fella and oh my glob how our weekends never come soon enough or last long enough. *Sigh* We’re stupid for each other still, and it’s been nearly a year! Can you believe that?! I can’t! I feel so ridiculously lucky, though! Not only do I have my special little puggo with me always and forever now, but I also get this handsome-witty Welshman and his baby puglet (of doom) in my life! Just seems too good, ya know?! But I am so not taking this goodness for granted! I will just have to get used to the HAPPY and rock it like this blazer deal. 😉

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