Tis the season!

On Friday night I FINALLY fulfilled something that I have been trying to accomplish for two years, (maybe more) now. I went to Frightmares. I had so much fun. I even had fun when I hauled too much ass out of ‘deception’ and literally fell out of the haunted house. (i’m waiting for the daytime to take a good pic of the bruises on my knees)

EMBARRASSING.

In other news I:
-Worked for 7 hours with my fellow lotion landers at the BBW on sunday night turning the store into a winter wonderland.
-Have since then downloaded the soundtracks to Love Actually, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and the classic Christmas Album created by the one and only, Mariah Carey. IN LOVE
-Hung out my family and got some pics with my fave lil’ boy.
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I’m so festive it hurts.

LOVES,

B

HOLY MOLEY

I am soo excited because soon enough I can listen to THIS all. day. long.

I’m ready for snow ball fights and bruised knees from slipping on black ice. AHHHH. I might throw up.

LOVES,

B

p.s. the bbw is turning into a winter wonderland on sunday night and I will sheepishly admit that I am REALLY excited. I know that I am where I am supposed to be when I work at a place that plays Christmas music in the middle of October.

SCORE.

So I was thinking..

Have you ever thought about why certain words were created for certain things/feelings?…cool, me either. But, if I had, I would probably guess that the person who created the word frustration was most likely on the phone with Comcast trying to figure out why their internet wasn’t working.

WHO’S WITH ME?

Quick photo re-cap of my hour before work:

Needless to say, I drove to work with the AC blasting, music off, and blurry vision due to my, “I have nothing better to offer the world right now but my tears,” situation.

P.S. not to somberly glide my own depressing violin bow or anything, but I am taking my two week old macbook pro into the apple store tomorrow because when it starts up it just can’t seem to let go of the beautiful and mesmerizing appeal of the thing I’d like to refer to from now on as the, “*expletive* great,” page.

Awesome. On a lighter note, this is hilarious:

LOVES,

B