i decided while walking into my apartment, dodging the awkward stares from my freeloader, 30-something male neighbors smoking on their porch (who, i'm pretty sure, are that 47% that mitt romney was talking about. judge me all you want.):
i'd pretty much had it with people today, for a few reasons.
first, creepers that go to winco and shop and look at me while i'm trying to buy deodorant.
and then when i leave the store i look like i'm following them because i'm trying to dodge a truck that's backing out. i got really close to that truck so i wasn't as close as i could've been to the creepers who were hocking (is that the word?) loogies right in front of me.
ogden is full of classy people.
second, my aforementioned neighbors.
third, the fact that aunt flo is coming for a visit
(story behind that: basically i just looked up euphemisms for period, and that one was just about as golden as it got.)
because i was in this mood, i decided to blame aunt flo and decided that i needed, no...deserved a night where i didn't work on my online class and watched hours of how i met your mother while eating some of the mini twixes (how do you pluralize that? twixi? twixen?) i bought for pj. then i painted my nails.
yeah. they're pink. and sparkly.
i'm kind of a no-pink gal. not for any moral reason, i just don't think pink really goes with my personality.
(yes. my bouquet at the temple was pink. this was not my decision.
the florist didn't know the difference between "red" and "pink."
i don't want to talk about it.)
when people think of kayleigh, they do not think, "PINK!" they usually think about how sorry they am that i am my father's daughter. or how i'm that mormon chick at work who sometimes says bad words. (emphasis on sometimes, in case an in-law of mine reads this.)
so, my night was pretty....well......
read the post i just wrote and decide for yourself.
i won't place judgments in your head.
here's to you moon unit.
and to the fact that i will post. even if it's just you who reads it.