I rode my bike up to the store today to buy tea and it was on sale because life's truly beautiful sometimes

I bought myself a jug of that chai tea latte stuff too because I've had a shitty two weeks and I had a headache and I even got the organic kind because inside I'm Gwyneth Paltrow

I was checking up on some stuff I've got posted on my Wantworthy and I realized that this shirt had dropped in price and seeing as to how my current wardrobe primarily consists of comfortable t-shirts, obviously I said "fuck it" and bought it immediately

I broke another nail because yet again I did not file them before truck day and those totes are serious about not wanting to fall open, but it's cool. I'll just paint my toes instead and wait for my nails to grow back out nicely. It's fine. Bitter isn't even in a word in my vocabulary.

On the upside, when I told Sondra that was it and that we were done she looked at me and said, "Did we not have a lot of truck or are you just that fast? You're really fast," which was a lovely compliment

My mom liked the Lumene sample I gave her, which means she now has a BB cream that does exactly what she wants it to and costs under $20

I remembered I bought Nutella for myself

Had a slight breakdown yesterday, but my recovery was actually pretty solid, and I've done a lot of small things for myself that while seeming extravagant in that they're not things I ordinarily do and are things that make me really happy, aren't really that incredible--buying Nutella, getting myself new clothes, buying tea because we ran out (and let's be real, I drink 75% of the tea in this house), buying myself vitamins because I've been feeling sort of off and tired and also I refuse to get sick like everyone else. I still feel like I'm taking a leap off of a cliff every time I spend money, but I put over half of my last paycheck into savings, just like I've done with every other one (half on the others) and I've already saved my first $1,000, and I've had what, four paychecks? So, it's like. I'm doing okay. Right? Oh my God, I don't know, I'm a baby deer taking its first steps when it comes to adulting. I don't expect this to sound smart or cool, I guess.

I've started worrying less about sounding smart or cool. Or, well, I've made a concentrated effort to go ahead and say things without censoring them solely because I feel they make me sound my age or my position in the world, because I don't want to shame myself for being the small things that I am. There's a difference between cataloguing shit I can do better then working to improve, and shaming myself for not being everything that anyone has ever wanted me to be.

Indochine smells like smoke and pepper and licorice and goodness, but Eau Duelle might work better with my chemistry. We'll see where else my perfuming adventures take me.