thrifty mondays make my life.
buy one get one free at the snowie and 50 cent night at the dollar theater.
narrative for drew:
today i got up and i went to work. at work i filed a lot of papers and dealt with only one really angry lady. i went to noodles and co for lunch, and i ate it on the patio whilst reading the great gatsby. then i drove home from work. then my parents and i discussed our magical plan for making money appear so that i can go to london. it's secret. then i went with amanda and got a snow cone. i got pina colada and lime with cream. it was pretty good, i've had better. then amanda and i got 91 cent junior mints. then we went to the dollar theater and saw "jumper" which gave me more ideas for making money magically appear. then mack texted me a text forward and made me want to die. then we left the movie early because samuel jackson and hayden christensen were just too much for me. but we only paid 50 cents to get in so we had that kind of freedom. we further planned our yellowstone trip and weighed our options of getting eaten by a bear because we chose to sleep in a tent or getting killed by a chainsaw murderer because we chose to sleep in a cabin.
writing about alex for alex:
alex ditched me tonight because i'm a bad influence. hulk smash alex.
writing about sour patch kids and other stuff for brynn:
mostly i miss brynn a lot and i think she should be in rexburg when i come. i haven't eaten sour patch kids in a long time because they make my tongue hurt but they are some of my favorite candies. i think she also requested that i write about driving. honestly driving is the one thing that i know i can look forward to everyday because i do it a lot. i like to listen to music and drive with the windows down and look dramatic leaning my elbow on the window and letting my hair blow in the wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind.
but driving is now becoming an expensive habit.
i love aromatherapy stuff. i'm the biggest sucker for it. i believe in it the same way that i believe everything that the back of the shampoo bottle tells me it'll do for my hair.
a spider just crawled across my floor and i don't know where it went. i can't focus anymore i am distraught. goodnight
2 comments:
maybe if you'd stop being a bad influence i'd stop ditching you.
i am scared of spiders, p.s.
i apologize for the misunderstanding. i meant fictional narrative. eg: the lady in the courderoy dress suit and her adventure in south east asia.
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