In bed but can't sleep. My eyes feel tired but my mind is awake. Everyone has a tv on really loud because my dad and brother have hearing issues.
Yesterday I bought a coat that I'm absolutely in love with
It looks a bit oversized which I love about it. I was worried about sizing though because I got a large and apparently it doesn't come in XL because that is considered plus size which is just ridiculous to me. But still. The coat and I are in love.
I've been texting that guy from the party I went to. He's really nice and an absolute sweetheart but I don't find him funny, maybe he's funnier in person, and I've been absolutely hilarious
I am the green. Maybe it was an insensitive joke??? But hilarious. I laughed really hard at myself. I was on a role, I made a really funny joke to my neighbour right after this.
That is him being super sweet. But still. I'm not sure... Conversation flow is not great and he's just laying on the sweetness a bit too much. I would like some witty banter and mean sarcasm. Sigh. I don't know.
Also me in my new scarf. Happy. Can't wait for it to not be a million degrees outside and I don't sweat in it.
Also, bittersweet but I realized once I start my new job I won't be starting work at seven anymore and I won't get to see my morning bus friends which is really sad. And bus mama!! But I haven't seen her all week, so I think they're getting ready to switch her route. I don't know! But anyway, bittersweet.
I also won't get to call my favourite vendor anymore. I called today to chat and tell them I only have a week left.
One of the girls has a nine year old daughter whom is getting bullied so I gave tara my phone number and were gonna set up a coffee date and see if I can help her daughter at all. Just to be there and be an older figure that isn't her mom, give her a friend. Have someone who was bullied and grew up strong and confident. I had a lot of support from great people in my rough times and I want to do the same. Plus the girl is like 72 pounds, in therapy and isn't getting help from teachers (her principal told Tara she might be making it up for attention. Um WHAT) anyway. Hopefully I can make a bit of a difference. And if I can't for Riley, at least Tara sees people caring about her daughter and stuff. It's been tough on her seeing her baby in so much pain.
Kids suck.
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