Sunday, July 14, 2013

Regret and being a slave to my dog.

I am a person who does things on a whim.

That being said, I am also a person who never likes to throw things away, because 'I might need it later'. And to top that off, I buy a lot of stuff. Do you understand what a BAD COMBINATION those things are??  

Step one. Go to mall.

Step two. BUY ALL THE LOTIONS AND NAIL POLISHES.

Step three. Put them away after stroking them lovingly.

Step four. Never use them.

Step five. RAGE AT THE LACK OF SPACE AND I DON'T NEED THIS MAKEUP AND NAIL POLISH I HAVEN TOUCHED MAKEUP IN TWO YEARS THROW OUT ALLLLLLLLLL THE THINGS.

Step six. Ooh, an invitation to a soirée! I shall wear mascara!

Step seven...............Who I am hates who I have been.

And my rages usually come about when I get this great idea to paint my nails, just as a once a month treat thing, and I'm just so happy, then this happens: 

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Then this:



Then I go upstairs and throw all my nail polishes away because I WILL NEVER EVER USE THEM EVER AGAIN. 

Then, of course, three weeks later, I want to paint my nails black, and I can't. 

Because I threw it all away.

And while I'm complaining, let me JUST TELL YOU how my night went: I was just getting ready to put my iPad on my nightstand after watching some Black Butler and go to sleep, when I turned and MY DOG WAS UNDER THE COVERS AND SLEEPING ON MY PILLOW. So naturally, I did what any girl would do: I laid half on the mattress and slept on the pathetic little bit of the pillow cover that goes past the edge of the pillow. 

Speaking of my dog, do you know what our morning routine is? The one we have been doing for years? I slowly get out of bed so as not to disturb her (did I mention she sleeps under the covers beside me with her own pillow? That's why I bought a king, because she needed more room.), do my morning routine, then as I'm ready to go downstairs I go back in and gently wake her up and then we go downstairs together. 

But not before I trip on her teddy bear she places at the top of the staircase EVERY. MORNING. And afterwards, while lying there bleeding, I hand it to her as she jumps over my broken body.