Just tell them how you feel. Is anyone going to die?
But one day, you will.
Would you like to do that before or after you tell them?” —I Wrote This For You is just the best thing ever when you’re stressed or upset.
I pine for the imaginary occurrence of all bills being paid, all laundry done, a fridge full of food and everything on my to-do list being checked off. The realization that this will never happen is probably one of the saddest parts of being an adult.
I started my first day of non-reception with one of my most embarrassing work moments yet. I had a huge box of files on my desk in the office I was working in, and the other receptionist knocked on the window to get my attention and motioned that I should open the locked door. So I yanked open the door, and knocked the entire box of files onto the floor. And then said, “Oh no!” in this really loud, girly voice just as two guys walked past and gave me a funny look.
I came home from work to find my roommate ironing a shirt on my bed, wearing only a bra and leggings. It was fairly shocking, having lived mostly with boy roommates previously. And I guess I should clean my room if it’s going to turn into some kind of communal dressing area.
I forgot how much I enjoy Project Runway.
Peter’s mom bought me a cheese grater at IKEA, you guys. This is amazing because:
a) I love cheese, like, the most
b) I’m always slightly paranoid that people’s parents won’t like me
c) And it does seem extra important that my boyfriend’s mom likes me
d) No one ever just randomly buys me things!
And then she showed me Peter’s baby book and he got embarrassed. It was pretty much the best.