time, money, and bath bombs

I need a break from this paper which is making my head spin.

So here’s what I’m into lately:

 Bath bombs. I don’t know if I can take a bath without one. It turns a bath into an experience. They’re expensive, yes, but you can get six cheap tiny ones for ten bucks in a pinch.


I am listening to this EP on a loop. It’s sexy and haunting. So it’s both chill and chilling.

You know how girls say they could never cut their hair short because then they wouldn’t be able to put it in a ponytail? I know because I was that girl. I wanted to cut my hair short last spring, but I was training for a marathon and was tying it back every day. It’s true, ponytails are convenient and short hair comes with its own challenges. Luckily, bandanas exist for bad hair days, or, more aptly in my case, those days when I don’t give a fuck (every day).

 I was at my friend’s house, looking at this book her ten-year-old was reading when I said, “hey, is that a timer bookmark?” I knew I had to have one. I’m reading 20 books in 4 months this semester, so forcing myself to read for a certain amount of time each day is pretty much the only way I get all of my reading done. I don’t really know how to work it forward, so I have it count backward for me.

I’ve always been into these bracelets, that part isn’t new. I wear quite a few on my wrist and people always ask me what they symbolize. Sometimes I’m kind and shrug and say “nothing, I just like them,” sometimes I say “one for each person I’ve slept with” because I’m not in the mood. But what is new is Pura Vida makes these for babies now, my sister told me. So I bought a couple for my five-month-old niece. Pudgy baby wrists! We need to draw more attention to them. They are not appreciated enough. I love that crease.

 My fall Sauconys. This time around, I’m going to iron patches to the inside because my right toenail pokes a hole through every pair of Sauconys I own.

I haven’t worn a watch since my activity tracker (which fell into toilet water and I have since refused to wear). I don’t like the look of activity trackers any way, and I can guess my steps pretty accurately, so I have no need. But I did miss knowing the time. I always misplace my cell phone so I can’t count on knowing what time it is. Having a kid in school now, I always need to know what time it is. I have to drop him off and pick him up! Aah! What time is it?!?

I’m unemployed but I have no shortage of shit to do. I’m not very organized by nature, so I force myself to fill out and complete a weekly to do list every Monday. Even on holiday Mondays, like today. I think I’m adulting.

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