cardigan: thrifted t shirt: Skyline Fever (buy it here) skirt: thrifted belt: thrifted shoes: thrifted
I feel completely and totally drained when I get home from work these days. What is it about an office that makes you feel like you've been lifting weights all days. Or perhaps maybe just like you've been lifting weights with your corneas all day. Yeah it feels more like that. Guuh, so today I came home and plopped on the couch for ten minutes while Indie gnawed on my ankles and looked at me like, "What's wrong with you hag. You're such a bore." and then continued to poke at my sides with her nose (yeah that was cute for oh...never.). Oh to be a young dog again...errr kid again. I don't know, I'm tired, and at this point in my day you could probably convince me I was once a dog in my childhood. On the upside, today on a walk with Indie I met a man named Joe who wanted me to know that he was once a Jewish Atheist and that he's from New York and also would greatly appreciate my vote for council man or something or other....I don't know I got distracted when he started talking about that part because Joe's dog Lyrna pretty much tried to eat Indie during the conversation. True story. Lyrna's just fat like that.
Corneas lifting weights. Think about it and you'll giggle.
The Jewish Atheists fat dog tried to eat Indie.
I'm not lying. Lyrna's a bully.
I could really use some chocolate in my hand right now and perhaps a ten hour nap.