I AM ONE GIANT STRESS BALL.Written by hootenannie on June 14th, 2010
I am flying to Nashville tonight, and am the world’s worst packer. No, really. War is to mankind as Annie is to packing. I ruin everything. I pack too little, or too much, or all the wrong shoes.
Speaking of shoes, I bought a yellow dress to wear to Brook & Cara’s wedding this weekend, and I don’t have the right shoes for it. I’m panicking. I don’t have time to go buy new shoes – and even if I did, what WOULD be the right shoes to wear with this yellow dress?
Also, I know: I bought a YELLOW dress, something I really thought should never happen. But I was feeling ballsy, so I bought it. When I told my mom, she said, “Yellow? YELLOW? Are you sure?” So now my confidence is shaken. I’m worried that I will look ugly in yellow. It really isn’t my color, I know. I should have known better.
Last night, I dreamed that the Honda was broken into, and my big red leather bag was stolen, along with my laptop, my wallet, and my calendar. I was most upset about my calendar.
It’s 55 degrees in Denver, and my fingers and toes are frozen. But I’m heading to Nashville where I am going to melt like jelly in a frying pan – and not in the good, fluttery, crush-worthy way. In the “this must be what it feels like to die” kind of way.
All I want to do is tell you how I made homemade cantaloupe bruschetta yesterday, and how amazing it was. But I can’t. I can’t, because EVERYTHING FEELS WRONG RIGHT NOW.
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If you can’t bear your ugly heart on the internet, well then. I just don’t want to live in that kind of world.