making 8 hardboiled eggs that are going to immediately go into the fridge & then be eaten, plain & alone, throughout the week, bc that is where i’m at with Making Sure I’m Putting Food In My Body That’s Not Just Scones And Tea: ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*meal prep *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
this is absurdly expensive for magic potion you spray on your face (i can feel the shame and confusion of my farmer forebears weighing upon me bc of this purchase) but i’ve been rationing my birchbox sample since may & as a new year’s gift to myself i got The Big One and every time i use it and it’s magical i’m like ‘this must be a placebo thing, your skin can’t REALLY be WORLDS BETTER just bc you put this magic potion on your face’ but like (1) who cares if it is actually making amazing changes happen, tbh, just FEELING so strongly like my skin is calm and glowy and soft and like a loire valley milkmaid’s is Worth It and (2) i think it actually is making amazing changes happen??? like truly??? every time over the last several months when i haven’t been using it much i’m like ‘it doesn’t really do much, my skin isn’t that different without it’ and then i use it again and i’m like ‘wow?????’ anyway i know basically nothing about skincare but i love this one thing
3-hour the bachelor premier / crystal and “””goose””” dancing for cameras in a hot tub in a parking lot / two marriage proposals at watch parties already / lorde’s “uses of the erotic” / montage of kristen bell saying ‘THIS is the bad place’
coming back to this apartment doesn’t feel like coming Home and i miss that but it’s still nice in a way to be here in rooms that i have to myself with my bed and my incense and no one to tell me anything about how i am Existing In Domestic Space Incorrectly
today my brain’s two settings are ‘thinking in detail about how u are unlovable and unwanted’ and ‘thinking in detail about how you are a blustery fraud who is incompetent and unprepared for your job, the one thing u derive a sense of self and worth from’ so u know, cool
