It seriously takes me so long to paint my fingernails.
I started painting them around 1:30 am. It is now 2:45am. Every time I am almost done I touch one of my nails and mess up the polish and I have to start over. I also ran out of nail polish remover so there is polish EVERYWHERE. It looks like Gage painted my nails. I am hoping I can just wash the extra polish off of my toes and fingers in the morning. Also. The pink polish I have is really cheap. I got it from like. . Family Dollar. Its awesome though it never chips or anything. Only problem is it REFUSES to come off. The little remover I DID have I used to try and get the pink polish off and it wouldn’t come off. So I just painted over it. None of this is important but its almost 3 am I ate a lot of chocolate and have been trying to paint my nails for over an hour so I can go to bed.
I refused to watch it. I think the parents that turn their kids into dolls are horrible. Also no matter how much they say their kids want to do it its bullshit. But there wasn’t anything on so we watched one episode and there was like a marathon and we just kept watching it!
Everyone on my dash is reblogging stuff about how sad they are in their relationships, how lonely they are or how shitty their boyfriends are. My life is kinda shitty right now but the one thing that is amazing in it is my boyfriend. He sends me random texts during the day telling me how beautiful I am and how amazing I am and how much he misses me. I know he’s fucking insane. It just makes me realize . . I need to stop bitching about whats going wrong lately and be happy with whats going right. I am not trying to sound bitchy or . . like I am bragging in anyway but thank you guys for making me realize what’s been right in front of me.
Also my vagina isn’t very injured anymore. I tested it. All systems go.
I was watching How to Train Your Dragon by myself because Gage was napping.
He gets up and starts watching it with me while I am doing crunches and he plays with his legos. He’s not very interested until the end when the Toothless and Hiccup fight the big dragon. He asks me over and over again
Gage: “Momma where’s that guys mommy?”
Me: “Which guy?”
Gage: “That Blue guy right there”
Me: “Shes at home.”
Gage: “Where’s that guys mommy?”
Me: “Which guy?”
Gage: “That guy right there?”
Me: “Making dinner.”
Gage: Where’s that guys mommy?”
Me: “At the mall”
He does this until the movie is over. He asked me for every character and every dragons mommy. I ran out of interesting places for them to be. He also could NOT get over how Hiccups face was scratched up at the end. Oh my child and your inability to stop speaking for two seconds hahah
I was told recently I look 18 or 19 not almost 23. I still get carded at places that require you to be 18 or 21 to enter so that makes me feel good hahaah.
5: What I find attractive in members of the opposite sex:
A sense of humor is the biggest turn on for me. I love it when a guy can make me laugh and can laugh things off easily. Also eyes. I have crappy brown eyes. Jared has really pretty blue eyes. I like lighter eye colors.
7: My fondest memory:
My fondest memory is when we took Gage to Disneyland. How much he loved it and how happy he was to see McQueen and Mater.
8: My favorite food:
I don’t really have a favorite food. I like a lot of different foods. I don’t mean that I am not picky and I like a variety I foods. I mean that I like cheeseburgers and could eat them daily as well as Mexican food therefore I couldn’t quite possibly pick what my favorite food is. However I love mashed potatoes.
13: My pet peeves:
I have a ton. My biggest one is when girls have kids and go out all of the time instead of taking care of them. It just bothers me. Its none of my business so I just try and stay away from people like that but I don’t get why people have kids if they don’t want to spend all of their time with them.
14: Any weird/hidden talents I have:
I am really good at decorating and at making like. .arrangements. Like. . gift baskets and . . flower arrangements and such. I think I was meant to be an old lady with my own little gift shop.