an excerpt from a love/hate letter to irene
Irene, I hate you. you actually weren’t that bad at first and we still had power for the majority of the day. we went to check on family who lost electricity some time during the night and didn’t regain it all day and probably won’t get it back for a few days. En route back to our house, we poked fun at the fact that, “haha, we didn’t lose electricity “. we...
I see you!
It’s the end of the line. I’m the firstborn. Sick of playing second fiddle. Always third in line for everything. Tired of finishing fourth. Being the fifth wheel. There are six things I’m mad about, and I’m taking over.
soy un perdedor
today blows. I’m so sick. fever. sore throat. cough. headache. congestion. sour stomach. really hope this isn’t the flu. I don’t need my babygirl getting sick. buhhhhh puke.
so ever since I had a baby I’ve been itching to have that one night to go out and dance my stress off. tonight was supposed to be that night. I made plans awhile ago with my girl Christine to go to Candyball in Brooklyn. we got all done up and hit the road. on the way I started having a little anxiety. then it turned into a full blown panic attack. just this huge wave of fear washed over me....
done by meee
got these cuties done yesterday (inspired by theillustratednail.tumblr.com) my nail lady looked at me like i had 10 heads. i love them.