What do I do when I'm not here trying to enchant you? That is a fair question, but sadly, one I do not have the answer to. I spend a great deal of time trying to find motivation - obviously with little to no success. Sometimes I look for other things to do, but I don't want to be too fancy...
...and definitely not a formal member of anything, so this might be perfect? The job application game has really been kicked up a few notches, and the pop quizzes don't have the obvious answers they used to have.
I mean would they excuse my penchant for pocketing post-it notes if I was a creative self-starter who didn't ask a lot of questions?
And what kind of place is this where I'd potentially have to choose busting up a fist fight over my morals? I wish I had taken more screenshots of the other Sophie's choice level decision-making demands.
I try to take my mental health walk every day because nothing keeps me feeling more grounded than trudging through sleet and gloom this time of year.
The real pick me up though is the section of gray hair that usually escapes my hood and dances right in my peripheral vision. I have decided that salt and pepper doesn't truly describe my look, so I am going to call it cinnamon and sugar. I think the thought of warm apple pie gives me a cozier vibe, but maybe salt and pepper go better with...
...coleslaw hair? Pass the salt and pepper I guess...
...no, no, there aren't enough holes to deliver the amount I'm hoping for...
...that'll do!
Yes, we found a new store to unleash ourselves on that has lots of...
...including the most elusive soap scent.
I am not certain the monkeys would agree as to the legitimacy of this one, but this guy conjers a worse scent...
...and I probably should've rescued that baby.
This little piggy went to the outhouse...
...to check on the fiance?! (My aunt explained to me that it was "engaged" instead of "occupied," as opposed to the worst salute to a diamoond ring ever.)
Um, excuse me, but where are her clamshells?!
And what the flock?!
