Mmm… I decided to try something different with my pizza toppings, so I got one with jalapenos and sausage. Prettty good :-P (tongue stickin’ out cuz it’s a lil spicy) and I got my usual toppings on the second pizza, green peppers and onions.
Also, my landlord was outside when I came back with the pizzas (I had to ride my bike to pick them up, it’s a short ride, but I bit of a balancing act when carting them home) so he opened to gate for me.. probably thought I was a fatty with the two pizzas haha or maybe that I was having some friends over (hehe what friends tho lol) but he was like “IT’S DINNERTIME, LIZ. IT’S DINNERTIME” which was a little weird… haha
I was already having an off/kinda bad/weird day… and then I stopped into work (on my day off) (I was out of soda lol) (I work at a grocery store) and as soon as I walk in the door, the door greeter, Lee (a kind, old black man who is usually my buddy that greets me with open arms) instead decides to immediately comment on how bad my hair looks. “What’s up with your hair? It looks bad like that! Why doesn’t it look like it usually does?! Why is it up like that??” Granted, it didn’t look the best today, but geez, cut me some slack, dude. Cue me running off to the bathroom to go look in the mirror…..
Don’t think I’m quite strong enough for that pixie cut just yet…
ever. in my life. and at this apartment complex. I’ve lived here since august, but I usually just wait till I go home to visit and bring it with me for my mom to do… lol… and okay, yeah, I don’t wash stuff after wearing it only one time.. don’t know if that’s gross or not? Whatevs. Anyway, there are only 2 washers & 2 dryers here (it’s a small complex) and there was some semi-attractive guy (a bro tho, he mentioned that he just moved in after having lived in a fraternity house) using the other washer. He was nice though, introduced himself… I’ve only met like 2 other tenants since my time living here.. anyway, I had the thought, after I got back to my room to kill time before I have to go back down to get my stuff.. what if one of us had said “Wanna do something to kill 40 minutes?” ;) (that’s about how long the clothes take) hehe oh man, it sounds pretty tempting and way too convenient, I’m a little afraid I might actually say that next time if we happen to meet there again… but that wouldn’t be so bad, right?