My kid is leaving town tomorrow to spend Thanksgiving in Texas with his dad’s family. I’m upset that I don’t get to spend Thanksgiving with him, which is silly because I’m not a big Thanksgiving person. But…still. I’m sad. And yeah, I get that it’s my fault since I’m the one who wanted to get divorced. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever.
I can’t stop eating Starbursts and now I feel sick. Even feeling sick isn’t sufficient motivation to stop though.
I blame my boyfriend for telling me I look awesome and don’t need to lose weight.
I’ve had a headache for 24 hours non-stop. Awesome.
I have a visitor this week: Violet. For those that don’t know, Violet is the cat I bought with my ex. He “got” her in the divorce. I don’t know how to refer to her now. Is she his cat? Is she our cat? Idk. Whatever. She’s here, and so far she doesn’t seem too happy about it.
Btw, I’m an awesome ex-wife for watching the cat, right? *pats self on back*
I don’t get the point of blocking someone on one social media site, but not others. Why block me on Facebook, but not on Twitter, Instagram, or Goodreads? Most people have their Facebook pages totally locked down anyway. It’s weird, right?
I wrote a long paragraph for #8 and then deleted it because it’s just not worth it.
Last night I had a bit of a meltdown about breast cancer shit. Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere. Thanksgiving is the anniversary of my double mastectomy. Nice.
The other day I saw something that reminded me of this trashy whore I used to know, but haven’t spoken to in about 18 months. (My ex also “got” her in the divorce, which worked out well because I never liked her anyway. He also “had” her before our divorce, but that’s a story for another time.) Anyway, it reminded me of just how much my life has changed since December 2011. (December 2011 is when I met somebody who changed the course of my life.)
I used to have a make-up and designer handbag obsession (in what feels like a previous life). I am starting to get really into make-up again, and I’m quite excited because my very first Birchbox is on the way. Also, I am ready to declare that the Stila in the Light eyeshadow palette is love.