"My room and car aren't always clean. I don't typically put a great
amount of effort into 'getting ready' (hair, make up, etc.) I just figure
that the people who love me will love me either way. Maybe I'm not
trying to be beautiful, understood or liked at the moment. So what?
If you don't love me just because my face isn't shining like yours,
that's probably more your problem than mine."
I was just cleaning out my old email address today, and found the above paragraph hidden in my old drafts. I found it hilarious. Mostly because not much has changed over the years. Since, you know...
And, yes, I said "old" email address. Because we all created an email account when we were approximately 10-13 years old that we kept until it became much too embarrassing for us to do so anymore. (Mine had to do with The Lord of the Rings, of course.) Then we switched to Gmail, and use the old address to received additional free months of Netflix access and for giving to non-profit organizations when they ask if you want a newsletter and you feel like you'd be rude if you didn't say yes. You know what I mean. Don't even.
-Roxberry. Se-ver-al times a week. Because HEAT. Summertime makes me spend a stupid amount of money on cold fruity beverages and I don't even feel bad because I work full-time and that means I can afford to allow myself one superfluous habit. The trouble is, I allow myself a great amount more than one.
-Brownies. Mint ones. Because I've been giving into the demands of PMS since 2003.
This was nonsense.