Ian has only been gone for 12 hours or so and I've already made 2 giant picture posts, watched many episodes of Scrubs, had a sex dream about Neil Patrick Harris, and briefly set myself on fire this morning.
I am working from home today to avoid dying on the very snowy roads. Please to everyone careful you must be if you are driving yes?
After two weeks of incessant intense pain, suffering, drugs, chiropracters and physical therapy due to a simple work-out injury, I finally feel better. Yay! Now I can get back to doing my favorite things:
Sometimes I wonder about what it means to be happy. Is happiness just an acceptance of your life as it exists at any given time? I wish I had words for this question that could be accurately translated from the language of my insides.
I should preface this post by saying that all of these pictures are on Facebook, so feel free to skip it if you've checked them out there. Mostly I post these to amuse my parents who don't use facebook, and all of my creepy ex-boyfriends who aren't dead or in jail.