So just when I think Jake is finally a thing of the past, I wake up to....
the world's worst instagram tag.
@elleohelle -->picture of hundreds of snakes
AWFUL way to wake up considering I am PETRIFIED of snakes and this asshole knows that.
Quickly, I think "how can I sting him back?"
He introduced me to the song, "Hotline Bling" by Drake a few weeks before it came out and every time I hear it, it reminds me of him now.
SO I typed into insta, #hotlinebling.
I find a meme with drake dancing and the caption,
"Drake 's music will have you staying up late at night wondering what went wrong in a relationship you were never in"
Then - I get a snap of a town I frequent for work with the caption, "trying to stalk you."
oh and what do ya know?
here's another snap!
let's see what this is...
something dumb in a cafe, whatever.
So two can play the douchebag social media game, I am ready for battle.
This is honestly just comedy in my life at this point, none of it is taken seriously.
I could block him, but what fun would that be?
Happy Thursday peeps.
Moving can be exciting...re-decorating, purging old items, reorganizing closet, creating new routines, becoming more efficient in your day-to-day...
or it can totally suck and make you wish you weren't moving.
Today's post has zero to do with dating. Ugh, okay fine - here is a tiny update since that is what this blog is alllll about
Jake texted me Sunday night asking how my weekend was, said it was good, he said his was boring, convo over. Sweeeet bro. Over you.
Cris texted Friday to get drinks on Tuesday. I said I'd get back to him.
Today, I said I was busy and we'll have to find time another time.
Drinks? Again? Why not dinner? This is annoying. Dinner at least satisfies the "I am hungry, must eat" thing -- drinks when I am moving Friday morning, is just a waste of time.
X Factor hasn't been around much, I've been really busy like I said so he's been on the back burner and he knows it. Saw him Saturday, we did some day drinking and that was about it. Nothing exciting to report. I refuse to sleep with him unless we are engaged (andddd that's not the likeliest scenario) so no sex =
keeping myself physically unattached & sanity.
Boy update - done.
Back to whining about moving.
How the hell did I accumulate such a wardrobe of shit I NEVER wear? I would love to toss 80% of what I own and just start fresh.
Actually, really tempted to do so.
(Zoe, hit me up if you need some clothes)
I underestimated how much "little" stuff is left and I have no motivation to pack and get this shit done. ZERO.
I am also going to miss my neighborhood tremendously. I loveeeeee where I live, I love my building, my buildings staff, EVERYTHING. I come home from work, crawl into bed, 5:20pm I throw my gym clothes on and walk across the street for 5:30pm class -- 6:30pm I walk the 3 seconds back home and I am done. It's so easyyyyyyyyy and all the restaurants nearby, waahhh sooo goooood.
Life is about changing and evolving so I am going to embrace this new chapter butttttt I am feeling sad about leaving. wompppp, womppppp.
I also wish I had one week that off from work that was paid so I can just sleep, unpack, and mentally recharge. Staycation kinda dealio. I have been so forgetful lately, it's driving me nuts. My mom said there is a study that shows too much multitasking destroys memory and typically mom is a bit goofy with her "articles" but I really think she is onto something legit there.
I want my mind back!
Luckily, losing the mind means I have absolutely no capacity for online dating so my hiatus continues as I deal with real life shit vs unnecessary toads from Tinder.
Oh and it's also "Hell Week" at the gym. I was like, yeahhhh I can do this - I workout all the time now, NBD and then today, day 1 - I was nearly vomiting by the end of class. ORANGE THEORY IS NO JOKE PEOPLE. I came home and sat on the floor of my shower for like 30 minutes trying to revive myself enough to keep packing allll this crap I own.
So there's my Monday bitchfest. Sorry you just wasted 3 minutes of your life reading it.
Promising my next posts won't be so "first world problem" oriented and back to the juicy shit aka all the dumbass guys I know.
PS Zoe, WHERE YOU AT GIRL? We miss hearing about those S. Tampa Douchebags.
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