I'm so over work it's almost comical.
Thank God I took Thursday and Friday off to use up my vacation days.
My cousin's birthday is Wednesday (no pants party), gonna celebrate again on Thursday (dubstep drunkfest), Friday I will be seeing The Hobbit in 3D (so stoked!) and then Saturday my - pretty much only remaining - friend from high school's playing a show (drunkfest minus dubstep).
It will be a weekend of partying.
Then a week of work and then Christmas.
I still have so much shopping to do.
I've gotten one thing for my boyfriend so far.
I'm horrible.
But I've been planning.
My problem is I plan, plan, plan and then leave myself two days to pull off a miracle.
My sister comes home from college for winter break Friday.
Can't wait to see her, my best friend.
It's weird... the whole time I was in college she had this room to herself and now it's flipped
- only I'm not in high school, I'm in the workforce.
Wednesday at like 6 o'clock (because getting out of work at 5 is a fucking joke) can't come soon enough.
Hope all of you are doing okay. And now, pictures (115).
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 019  020  021  022  023  024  025  026  027  028  029  030  031  I want this. And I'm continuously terrified that I haven't found it and that I never will. 032  033  034  I just have to put it out there - those are some weird-looking feet. 035  036  037  038  039  040  041  042  043  044  045  046  047  048  EVERY TIME I see this I think it says orgasm haha 049  050  051  052  053  054  058  059  060  061  062  063  064  065  066  Me every day of my life. Also why I can't commit to losing weight. I like my beer too much to be able to lose the beer belly. Unmotivated. Not committed. 067  068  069  070  071  072  073  074  075  076  077  078  079  080  081  082  083  ugh, breathing* (typos drive me crazy) 084  085  086  087  088  089  090  091  092  093  094  095  096  097  098  099  100  101  102  103  104  105  106  107  108  109  110  111  112  113  114  115  I had a dream the other night that my boyfriend of almost two and a half years asked me to marry him. And even in my dream I knew I should have said 'We have to talk before I say yes' (Because he doesn't want kids and I do) But I still just flung myself into his arms And said Yes Yes Yes And cried out of happiness and shock. And utter bliss. And when I woke up I realized that I really do want to spend my life with him. And that I really do need to have 'the talk' with him. And that I really am fucking terrified. I'll put it off until we start talking about seriously moving in together. I have a couple months. I turn twenty-five in less than a month. I shouldn't be worrying about this yet. | 
