Word.

So for work we had an internal workshop and part of our homework was to ask those who know us to use one to two words that they would use to describe us.

No explanation needed.

Thank you for the contribution brother, and now you've become more popular with my friends than I am.

Where does this kid come up with this stuff?

I'm assuming growing up on too much reality TV.

Things.

Just a bunch of stuff  'n things going on over here.

Since I don't feel like writing a paragraph, follow this lovely photo vomit post.

 new career path.

baseball season and pants are back!

see this. theory proven.

ran a half marathon again. it rained the entire time.

this smile is a lie.

 

lady forgot her phone. you did great, lady.

20 minutes after i finished. 

PS. best coffee i've had in my life-Eggs in the city...go!

saw the coolest printer ever.

this is my thought process before i decide to do anything irrational.

Pickle Back shots. 

whiskey/bourbon + pickle juice-yes, straight pickle juice

stranger danger. why to never let drunk strangers take your picture.

hashtag #wetdog.

Where's Waldo?

was bullied to take this picture with the bouncer. he was desperate for any attention.

left my mark.

Starbucks hibiscus refresher and i was having a good hair day.

made this for less than $20. i don't know if i like it though.

who am i?

annnnnnnd, you're welcome.

Toot.

Okay, I'm really immature, but I laughed when I wrote that blog title.

I just had a brief moment of clarity.

I'm going to TOOT my own horn right now. And you can take it obnoxiously or not.

I am a DAMN good girlfriend when I'm in relationships.

If I don't say so myself.

I rock my boyfriend's world. What the hell was their problem?

*Sorry for profanities, but I felt like it was necessary to get my seriousness across

Ronni.

Ronni.

(1) of my (3) Sister Wives.

Lives in New York.

Fits of slap happy laughter ALWAYS.

We think we are the funniest people alive.

No one else thinks we are.

But we don't care.

This is why she's my Sister Wife.

We are clearly each other's go-to-girls when we're looking to overanalyze any dating situation.

We've mastered that skill. I blame it on a lifetime of being women; which has trained us quite beautifully.

Sadly, both of these quotes were said by me in a fit of desperation over the phone. But due to my level of effort for emotions being at an all time low for the day, I found myself laughing at some of the things that were coming out of my mouth.

Who am I?

It's kind of like that charming 4 year old that says cute little sayings, except I'm 25 and it's not that cute anymore and borderline embarrassing.

Clearly I'm a comedian.

Towed.

Well yesterday sucked.

There. Post ended.

I woke up with no power.

Meaning: got dressed, did my make-up, pulled hair back, and attempted to get dressed in the dark for work.

It was a quite a show.

"I really hope my morning isn't an omen to how the rest of my day is going to go"

-said by Me at about 8:30 AM

Well, later that evening I was leaving the gym and realized my car was missing.

I instantly started crying because obviously someone had stolen my car.

Had a brief moment of clarity hiding behind my crocodile tears, to tell myself to call the tow company listed on the park lot sign before I had the whole Sugar House police force looking for my car.

I got towed.

So the crying continued.

There I was; stranded.

Crying and cussing out the poor girl on the phone about how the heck I'm going to get my car when my car is on (literally) the other side of the city. 

Oh wait, of a COMPLETELY different city.

$300 (in cash mind you) later I got my car back.

I've never been more pissed at myself.

Way to go!

But a cute boy came to this damsel in distress' rescue.

So that kind of made up for it.

My Hero.

FACT #23

I'm about 62% sure that my works keeps me around purely for entertainment.

Crying.

At 3 o'clock today I found myself between a severe state of fatigue and after caffeine wears off lull.

So naturally, after a coworker sent me THIS link I found myself in deep states of laughter. Then came the silent laughter, and then the mascara filled tears streaming down my cheeks laughter.

Who doesn't find the early 90s funny?

I know I do.

Where else in time can you take the average portrait and instead choose to go to a "special" studio where they do your hair, make-up, and wrap in you in layers of feather boas and studded jackets.

Only something the 90s offers.

I'm pretty sure everyone has one of these hiding in their homes somewhere. Don't be ashamed. They're in there somewhere. Possibly in the same box as your mom's satin gloves.

I'm looking for a come back.

...and you thought this was about sad crying... fooled you big time.