every time i get more than one mosquito bite, i panic and am convinced there are bedbugs in our apartment.
i’m sporting about 9 bites right now, so you know i’m freaking out right?
ps. checked my bed for tell tale signs of inhabitants other than myself: it’s clear. but i’m still itchy and flipping out.
… maybe sleeping for a couple days would solve my perpetual dozing on the subway problem.
(Source: breathinwater, via misswallflower)
most of my commutes look like this.
when i am lucky enough to sit, everyone wants to sit next to me… why, you ask? because i take up less room so everyone else gets more. it is not fun.
also. it ASTOUNDS and horrifies me when i think about how well the human thigh conducts heat… even when they don’t touch me, i can feel heat radiating off my fellow commutes. hot hot hot.
do you not own a bathroom door? if you’re a prude, or ugly, prepare to pay a hefty monthly rent at this joint!
”the first week of august hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. the weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, & those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of august is motionless, & hot.
so while i am obviously over the effing moon about actually getting my refund check from the realtor, i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t a little bit sad about not being able to threaten them with my legal counsel. aka having my dad call them.
looking for apartments is so fun!
you stay classy, craigslist.
i’m in one. i firmly believe it can only be broken by GETTING EMPLOYED.
[image via lulupita from flannelandsatin]
this is where i want to be every time i start stressing about my lack of job, income, home, and significant other. not necessarily in that order. just sayin.
did i just see the largest number of attractive boys in one place at one time in 6 weeks? yup.
was i strolling around in my pajamas and toms carrying a super big gulp? count on it.
at least i plucked my eyebrows and had eyeliner on so i wasn’t a total crypt keeper. it’s the little things, guys.
DEFINITELY my most fun minor policy infraction since sleeping through 2 consecutive fire drills as an undergrad.
these signs are on every floor of our building now… sorry not sorry!
got over myself, remembered that i think tears are for people with feelings and i don’t have those things.
and i went to the bookstore.
and i’m trying to get 30 days’ worth out of this free trial of photoshop so i decorated my screen shot. classy. it would be literally identical if i did it in microsoft word…
reasons i know i’ve been awake for too long:
HELP ME.
"though she be but little, she is fierce." - a midsummer's night dream
