I write to you from my bed, slightly hungover, and leaving for Florida in approximately 9 hours. Unpacked, uninspired, and very fucking sleepy. We’ve spent the last few weekends driving from one place to another, for events that have kinda taken their toll on my meek little being. That’s right kids…I’m complaining due to fatigue caused by all the fun I’ve been having. From celebrating my best friend’s Dirty 30 in Wonderland to cooking up a storm (for them and eating for me) during our past cottage getaway, I’m elated and super pooped. You’d think all the carbs would fucking serve a purpose but no…I still refuse to listen to my Apple Watch’s command to get up as I simply don’t have the fucking energy. If exhaustion due enjoyment is a problem, I think it’s pretty much the best one to have. This little #OOTD felt right to post today as we are heading back to where it was photographed, the sunshine state! Surely that will be a restful adventure..NOT. My husband actually suggested we go to Disney World. I fuck with you not. What is he thinking dangling that shit in my face? Someone either really wanted to go to the happiest place on earth or he fucked up and I’m gonna find out real soon. Either way I don’t care..Mickey imma tired, but imma comin’! What a whiny bitch looks like
I have a guilty conscience
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