I’m on 4% battery life and scrolling through Tumblr like I don’t even give a fuck.
Still plugging along through this dumbass winter, work shit and, like, trying to plan a better future for myself.
I bought cute boots on sale a half size smaller than usual and they are literally torture. I don’t even think I can wear them all day. Like I’m buying new shoes at lunch to wear home.
I’m doing this take-a-photo-a-day-for-a-year thing ever since around my 28th birthday (yeah I didn’t pull it together enough to start right on my birthday, let it go I have ok) and what I’ve learned so far is that I couldn’t take a photo in focus if my life depended on it and that I’m an expert at procrastinating i.e. haven’t uploaded a photo in about 3 months. But I took them! That counts for something.
I went to New York yesterday but I didn’t take many pictures and my phone still died. Sometimes you just gotta use your eyes!
Ugh I’m so full of jealousy lately it’s awful. PBS article about suburban poverty vs. coworkers pictures of exotic vacations, this day is really jerking me around.
When I get a little anxious I always open my banking app and look at my savings account balance because it represents some sort of life line to something other than this job and uncertainty (when in reality those four digits wouldn’t do shit if anything bad really happened) but anyway I increased the automated debit to my savings account by $50 today to put more pressure on myself to do better (eat out less) but what I really should have done is figured out a way to pay off my credit card first. Let’s not get too crazy here 2014, it’s only January. And, I open my banking app like 15 times a day which is way more times than I spend money a day, it’s like a tic at this point. Recession generation!
Blech why did I save everything to do for the end if the day when I know I stop doing actual work at 4:30 anyway?