Rockin’ Around…

My mom once told me that I write like I speak. I’m fairly certain she meant it as a compliment and so I took it as such. I am mostly a well-spoken gal, so I guess that means I’m a decent writer?

Thankfully, she did NOT say, “you write like you think.”

That would be pure madness.

Allow me to demonstrate. This is what was going on this morning in the mind of Amy…

6:30 a.m. – My alarm has been going off every five minutes since 6. Why am I still in bed and why haven’t I turned it off? *hits snooze*
6:45 a.m. – If I don’t do makeup, I can still make it to work on time. I’m hungry.
6:50 a.m. – Why am I so $#%^ing tired?! I slept for 7 1/2 hours. This isn’t normal. I should see a ……zzzzzzz.
7:00 a.m. – Crap, I wanted to look decent today so I could take blog pictures. *FINALLY gets up*
7:05 a.m. – *in shower* I never wear those green, skull earrings anymore. I should clean out my jewelry and get rid of some. Yeah, I’ll get right on that after I clean out my car and my desk and my drawers. Did I already wash my face?
7:15 a.m. – Ooooo! But if I wear the skull earrings today, they will match my new green clutch from China. Double Ooooooo! One of the #shopyourclosetdecember days was “rockin’ around”. I wonder if that is today. I could go for a rocker chick look. Although I haven’t really kept up with that challenge. No surprise, I don’t keep up with anything. Except the blog…for now. I wish I was a better planner. And more organized. And had thinner hair that was easier to blow dry. NO! I’m kidding, God…I don’t want thinner hair. Sorry I said that.
7:25 a.m. – *looks at Instagram for #shopyourclosetdecember*  “Rockin’ Around” is tomorrow. Who cares, I’m wearing the outfit today. Besides, I’m a rule breaker. No you’re not. You’re totally a rule follower. OMG, these aren’t even real rules, who cares?
7:40 a.m. – I’m already going to be late, might as well eat breakfast and…oh, I need to shave my face. I hope no one ever finds out that I shave my….OW! Oh great, I’m bleeding! Did I just shave that mole off my chin? Good grief, how am I going to explain this to people. So much for blog pics.
7:50 a.m. – Is this thing EVER going to stop bleeding or am I going to have to walk around with a piece of tissue stuck to my face like my dad used to do?!

Can we all agree, it’s a good thing I don’t write like I think?

And can we also agree that adulting and femaling are hard?

After all that, I managed to snap a few pics and I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t hate the look. I mean, sure, skull earrings seem a little out of place on December 16th but who’s going to notice when I have dried blood on my chin?

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