I’ve been unhappy with my life lately. My mom’s health is very bad, my perfect vacation has been canceled, and this darn coronavirus is scary.
The way I see it, I’ve got three choices.
1. Drown in self pity (what I’m currently doing)
2. Live my life and pray things work out
3. Get drunk celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with my best friends.
I’ve chosen a combination of 2 & 3. Effective immediately. 💚☘️
Love,
Blaire 🐝
If you know me at all you know I sleep with a couple stuffed animals. Why? Obvi, I have daddy issues. Obvi.
I have 3 stuffed animals in total. Yes, they have names. Yes, they have feelings. (half kidding)
I fully planned to post their picture up here but then I remembered that y’all would sit there and judge me so I decided against it. Hell, I’d judge me too.
People truly thought I’d ditch my stuffed animals when i got married. Jokes on them. My stuffed animals are kids to me and people don’t just throw away their kids. It’s just not right.
Anyway. That’s that. I’m 28 years old with stuffed animals. Happy Monday.
Kisses,
Blaire 💋
Per usual, I’m in family drama up to my ears. My brother got mad at my mom for no reason and decided killing her would be the best solution to his anger. I guess if she’s gone for good, he wouldn’t need to worry about her bothering him anymore.
Luckily for all of us, he was unsuccessful. Likely because he did too many drugs to be able to effectively kill anyone.
Here’s my take on the situation– my brother is crazy and the justice system sucks.
My brother should have been in jail years and years ago. Oh, and guess what? He’s still not in jail. Apparently he will be soon but there’s a process to follow prior to that happening. What bullshit.
My life should be a reality tv show.
Blaire 🐛
I sleep best when it’s pouring down rain. The way I see it, all criminals are at home sleeping because it’s raining so they won’t break into my house and murder me.
My theory is spot on.
Blaire. 🌧 ⚡️
Does anyone else out there dread the dentist? I do this really fun thing where I make an appointment and then cancel it because I simply do not want to go. I know I should go to the dentist and that’s why I make the appointments in the first place, but I just know that I might die if I actually follow through with the appointment… so i cancel it.
Very Blaire of me, I know.
Today, I tricked myself into going to the dentist. When I arrived I sat in the waiting room and wondered why the hell I didn’t cancel the appointment. I considered pretending to have diarrhea and making it known by running out clenching my butt cheeks together, but I figured that would make me look crazier than usual so I decided that I would just go through with the appointment.
Now don’t tell anyone, but it wasn’t too horrible and I did survive. (So far anyway)
I’m definitely canceling next time to be on the safe side.
Xoxo,
Blaire 🦷 ♥️
I’m going on a work retreat for 3 nights and I’m sure it’s going to be a picture perfect event. HOWEVER, I DO NOT WANT TO GO.
Call it anxiety, call is craziness, call it whatever you want to call it, I do not like spending the night places. I take that back, I HATE spending the night places. It freaks me out. I’m always wondering if something is going to happen to me. Or, I spend my time worrying that something will happen to someone I love while I’m away. It all around sucks for me to go places overnight.
My exception to this rule is simple– send a trusting male with me and I’ll be okay. I trust exactly 2 males to keep me safe. If they can come, I’m down. Unfortunately, neither work for my company. Ugh. (Daddy issues, I know)
Will I survive this work retreat? Stay tuned.
Blaire ❤️
I’m currently on a flight home from the best vacation ever. Yes, i say that after every vacation. So what.
I swam with manatees, drank too much tequila, and had an absolute blast.
HOWEVER, I’m now 2 minutes till plane touchdown and I can’t hear a darn thing. My ears never popped. Will my head explode? Am I deaf now? Can I die from this? Is it cancer? Is god punishing me for downing 4 margaritas and talking to complete strangers like I’ve known them my whole life?
Well, I’ll know soon enough.
Talk loudly if you see me.
Blaire 🐢🍷
I have a friend that isn’t registered to vote. Yes, you got that right. She isn’t registered. I thought she was kidding. How can a 27 year old not be registered to vote? Well, she isn’t.
I asked her why. Her response surprised me. She’s not registered to vote because of jury duty. She’s afraid that she’ll have jury duty if she registers. What?! Never thought of it that way.
She told me she has anxiety. Too much anxiety to work jury duty.
Does that make her excused? I’m so conflicted?
Ughhhh,
Blaire
Guys,
I don’t have work friends. Don’t get me wrong, I talk to people at work. In fact, I’d say I’m super likable at work. The issue is that I like to keep my personal life & work life separate.
I guess it’s because people meet me and assume a lot about me. I’m super optimistic, happy, and ready to take on problems head on. People automatically assume that I had the perfect upbringing and that I live the perfect life. And, honestly, I like them thinking that.
That being said, I met someone at work that I might actually like enough to be a friend with. Haven’t quite decided yet. Y’all know I’m complicated.
Mucho love.
Blaire ❤️☀️
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