I know it’s no good*, but it’s completely addictive.
* Oh my god that is such a lie. It is awesome. In the trashiest, ridiculous, I-can’t-get-enough way. And therefore really just reinforces my crack theory.
Please don’t hate me. My love of crappy teen tv is completely adorable and endearing, right? RIGHT?
This morning for breakfast I had the following: a medium coffee (yeah, after this weekend I’m back on coffee. Suck it.) and a two heaping handfuls of wasabi peas. What … is that weird?
I am leaving Massachusetts a week from Friday to go on a solo trip. Who’s psyched? Me. That’s who. I need to get the eff out of here and fast. At least for a while.
Lately, I am into white pants. I would go so far as to say I am putting them into regular rotation in my wardrobe (and in these winter months, WINTER WHITE). Personally I think they look even better when flanked by two birthday girls who both happened to be named Sarah.