i woke up this morning kinda whatever. i mean, last night (at work) a guy walked out on me, so i was left to foot his bill! so damn annoying. i mean, i worked so hard last night...and it was pretty damn busy. it was the stanley cup finals!
everytime i hear the NHL anthem, all i think about is my daddy. i do. i'm literally, like 'dad! you wanna anotha' budweiser?'.
anywayyy, today was been very successful and productive. i did not wake up early to go to the gym (training at 12 is the hardest thing to wake up for!) and i got a text from my trainer making it tomorrow at 12! P-E-R-F-E-C-T! right? i mean, i didn't even want to think about getting out of the bed!
woke up. googled airfare from t.o to l.a...and found a serious good deal on tix with west jet!!! sweet seat sales! called mom. got an advance from her (thankkkk youuuu momma!). talked to sof on the phone. bought some plane tickets to LOS ANGELES! no biggie...JOKING!!! omg!! i am going to L.A at the end of next month...means i am gonna have to work my butt off before then but HOLLAAAA!!
got my passport picture taken today (was so excited that i am actually going, that i took 10 minutes to get ready...no fuss...and no eyeliner! so proud). filled out all the passport stufffff (i gotta express that shit fast) and i went online and finished my smart serve! and now that i am going to L.A, i have more of an encentive (sp?)to get fit...i dunno, i really REALLY wanna vacation properly there! i also am so excited for a vacation i could cry. weep, really.
so yes, productive day. i start my day tomorrow at noon with my hot personal trainer. yay.
could my life be better? i don't think so.
i wonder why i am constantly stressed and sad when i should be fucking LOVING my life. i have WAY too much to be grateful for. i need to get off my high horse and start appreciating the life i have. fuck.
peace and OH SO MUCH LOOOOOOOVE
xoxoxox
ps. i had the most CRACKED-OUT cab ride home last night. i got high with ashley and 'the other' holly after work last night and then got into a cab...and this fucking cab was already cracked out but the fact that i was stoned too...did. not. help!
he had a cowboy hat...he looked like the east indian twin of willie nelson...IS THAT POSSIBLE? and to make matters worse, his voice was really light and smooth (fucking freaky!!), and he was listening to the weirdest music...like indian beats...but all repetitive and uncool for the state of high i was in.
this is what i penciled down last night...when i finally made it home:
weirdest cab driver
cowboy hat-random wat indian music...
high and SO hardcore
-is my life a movie?
WELL, there it is. hmmm.
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