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.

Cause.

Just cause.

 It's Friday and that I'm slightly obsessed with the show Girls.

And it was a good Friday, get it, cause it was actually Good Friday.

Lame joke.

This isn't though.

Also, we had a brief discussion at work what characters we think we would be from the show Girls.

I think I might be Hannah...maybe.

If you don't know who Hannah is, she's the girl dancing in this video. 

I feel like my thought process is quite parallel to hers.

Jeff.

Here's an awkward Wednesday moment...finally!

Last night, I took a boot camp class with a couple of adorable girls from work.

We immediately had to partner up.

I ended up with...lets call him High-Five Jeff.

At first I was pumped by High-Five Jeff's enthusiasm, until the high-fives after every sprint got old and he said, "I thought about spanking you, but I didn't know if we were at that point yet."

Did a stranger just say he was going to spank me? Did you read that right? 

Yes, yes you did.

I obviously and clearly said, "Um...no. We are not, Jeff."

Lets not forget to mention as the night went on the more high-fives I gave High-Five Jeff the longer he progressed to hold my hand after the high-five.

Our high-fives lingered too long, so they are automatically deemed awkward and went slightly past awkward and into creepy.

Way to creep, High-Five Jeff. Way to creep.

Cereal.

I love cold cereal. Preferably the good ones.

Life lately, lets see.

It's safe to say that I feel I'm living my life through an episode of Girls or Seinfeld from day-to-day.

Which means my current life moments are just exaggerated versions of normal or are actual amusing life stories.

I hope it's the second option and that my life just really is that weird. 

Maybe it's that I just find it weird and awkward, and it's really just the normal for everyone else too.

All I know is that this is the first time in my life I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. Whether it's work, life, love, etc.

Timing is everything.

Certain things may have brought me here, and those things might have changed and not gone as I had thought they were going to; but I have confidence in I'm meant to be here right now.

that was a really long run-on sentence. apologies.

And, I love it!