Today, I’m wearing no make up, laying in bed in my pajamas and watching documentaries. All. Day. It’s glorious.
I’m just really sad because I was so hopeful about this job, I’ve literally wanted to do it since I was at least six. it’s my fucking dream. but my shop is just so badly run and unprofessional, so unprepared, I can’t do it anymore. it’s soul crushing.
I’m getting schwasted tonight and this is the most excited I’ve been for anything in a long time