Half Thoughts

This has been a tumultuous couple of weeks.  And by that of course I mean I'm a well paid white girl who lives in the suburbs in an awesome house with awesome people and never wants for anything, but sometimes gets wrapped up in her own little crazy brain and makes mountains out of potholes.  (That's a thing, right?)

I'm having a hard time completing thoughts lately.  Poor Internet Stranger has had to face the brunt of this so I'm gonna try and get some of it out here.  I'm fairly certain he's mentally looking at porn while I talk, but let's be honest here, I'd be doing the same thing.

WW online is going pretty well.  Went to see my very judgmental doctor and she actually had nice things to say to me.  Down 22 lbs since the last time I saw her and apparently I have perfect skin.  Like Nicole Kidman.  Does that mean I naturally produce botox?

Next week I will turn 33.  It seems like the absolute most boring age to be.  Which means I will be FORCED to create my own excitement.  I will kick this off by going to Minnesota and hanging out with some of my favorite people in the entirety of the universe.  (Meet them.  Tell me I'm being hyperbolous.  Also, that's a word.)   Camping, Hmong town, great little outfits.  Not to mention love and snuggles and feeling at home.

Yeah.

Thoughts are hard.  I'm gonna listen to Concrete Blonde on Pandora, pretend I'm accomplishing things, and mentally prepare for George Clinton tonight.  More...spending 6 hours in the car with my parents tomorrow after going to see George Clinton. 

I will leave you with one of my favorite pictures that I recently stole from the internet.  Nature is fucking rad.

Does this mountain make me look fat?