a whole bunch of randos.

this post doesn't even know where to go... because my brain can't focus on one specific thing today. so we're gonna just run around all parts of the blog land for a minute. let's begin...

my glasses broke last week. in half.
because i stepped on them.
they were old though- i got them in college after i stepped on my previous pair.
you can tell i'm blind because i obviously can't see them when i drop them off my face... so i proceed to frantically search and end up crushing them.
we're gonna work on this, promise.
i have an eye appointment for brand new specs on wednesday... but until the new ones actually come in i'm suffering from dry contact eyes by day
and taped up glasses by night.
last night i actually tried super glueing them back together... which only resulted in me constantly checking to make sure the glue was dry
and they weren't glued to my face.
they weren't. just so you know. would have been funny though.

my upstairs neighbor, that i wrote this letter to, reminds me of the guy who made the news by eating off a homeless man's face.
he looks just like him i swear. i also caught him outside talking to a friend last night swaying back and forth for, oh, about an hour.
i thought about buying a gun at that exact moment.

moving on.
the bachelorette... let's recap for a minute, shall we?
jef (one f)... did you really tell emily "i want to date you so hard and marry the shit out of you"... umm ok? i don't really know where to go with this one.
i feel like this is sexual. but i kinda like it.
and this picture... hahahahahaha. oh mylanta. jef(f) are you sure you're into girls?

anywho...i love how emily is just taking over the whole show. she has this whole i do what i want attitude about her.
move the show to charlotte? sure. tag ugly ricki along? sure. send guys home on your own time? sure. don't send anyone home when you're supposed to? sure. ignore the fact that reality tv is for the drama and let chris harrison do a PSA on your arie brawl instead of showing us what went down? sure. no cocktail party before a rose ceremony? sure.
there she is- takin over reality tv. love her for it.
sean's numero uno. arie coming in at numero dos.
jef(f) trailing behind as the tres.

and because i love music. it helps me through life.
i'm leaving you with some imagine dragons.