I spilled Rogaine on my face. I can't say it was one of my finer moments. I sat there staring at myself in the mirror watching it run down my face like "Really? Really? I'm a Rogain user?" I was temporarily worried about growing a uni-brow until I realized that if I DID in fact grow one it would mean Rogaine works for me so... come on uni-brow? *sigh*
Speaking of Rogaine usage, more hair has come out lately. Worse before it gets better? It's hard on the psyche, man. I pray this works.
Something is bothering me and I can't figure out what it is. Usually I know the reason for my emo feelings- barf, germs, anxiety, but I am a Krab with a capital K. What gives? Holidays centered around food are great!
I'm tired of wiping my dog's poopy ass every time she goes outside.
Louis won't let me have this house with the round room overlooking the river.
I ordered the wrong yoga pants from Old Navy
I'm completely over NaBloPoMo Maybe because I don't know what to say.
My couch is gross. When do I get to have nice things?
I'm making this face >:/