Over one hour and at least five and a half eyebrows later...... π(and I still think I fxxxd up the right one but stop trying Quinn stop it). I'm baked and icing'd like a cupcake. I usually don't pencil this intently, but I'm supposed to be meeting new people today. πFirst impressions you know..... but can I manage a smile? It's been a rough couple days.
Today, I crawled out of bed, hung over, covered in rashes, got a shower, committed a war crime by showing my unpainted face, gave myself a confidence talk, put on enough warpaint to cover my FOREVER angry eyebrows, sat down outside in the chilly air without a coat because I needed to clear Last Night Quinn's hang over. Then told myself to try smiling: NO NOT LIKE THAT, QUINN! MORE SMILE! Awkwaard! All while spending my day scrolling the firehose of SoCo.
That's been my day! How about yours?
Reasons why I should always wash the makeup off before I fall asleep and not fall asleep in synthetic fiber robes! It may be comfy but so red and so itchy! π π π©
I look like the sandman slapped me silly while I was sleeping.
So much for the simple drunken sleep-in! I need to get up and shower this all off and skin scrub my existence away with coconut butter.......... but sooooo tirrrrrrred. Ouch my brain........ π Last night's Quinn thought she wasn't a serious lightweight. π
I need sleep. This has been a rollercoaster day of much pain, but also many laughs.
Today would have been much harder if I hadn't discovered CoSo yesterday.
I'm all cried out. I cried for myself, for people who lost pets today, who lost friends today, and who lost family today. My heart is with you. β€οΈ
I'm also laughed out. The humor, the jokes, the memes.
I'm thankful for you, my new CoSo family. I'm also drunk, and so glad I don't have to do any work in the next 24 hours...... π
My sister called, wakes me up, and says, "I haven't called in awhile, I wanted to call and say goodnight before you went to sleep."
SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND HOW TIMEZONES WORK! She's been an adult for years!!!
But now it's too late to go back to sleep. So I get up, shower, put on some social warpaint, and send my sister an inter-continental ballistic stare of death. I hope she steps on a LEGO.
Small town artist living in what feels like a mental asylum the size of a small town. I love God, freedom, family, and country.