"Southern Chaos said...
Where I used to work we had a doctor named Labeeb Labeeb, actually it was Labeeb M. Labeeb. Why the M. wasn't the first name I have no idea.
Fri Apr 08, "
If you say Labeeb M really fast over and over again, it could make a nice beat for a cheesy dance song that I might enjoy.
Uh-oh. Jake has discovered my email address from the class Blackboard site. It's just a matter of time before he discovers the blog. Rachel will be brave and not edit posts or delete them. Any of them. Ever. I decided in the infancy of Maggie's blog that anything I posted had to be stuff that I wouldn't be afraid to tell them face to face. The shaming part is that I've learned he stopped smoking mid February. Oops!
So the Glenpool city wide garage sale was today. That's where my parents live. Since I live in an apartment, this was the perfect opportunity for me to get rid of some junk. I started with the coat closet, the reservoir for consignment bound items. I found a leather jacket from an ex (yes, ET, A.T.M.). We broke up 4 YEARS ago. How it didn't get thrown away in the process of moving twice, I have no idea. Maybe I wasn't the one to hang it up? Anyway, I have to point out that even though I was the person to break up with a majority of the guys I've dated, I honestly have no bad feelings toward any of them because the happy times far outweighed the not so good times. Except this one. The good times were about 5% of the time. I was younger, what can I say? I was in a difficult time in my life (as was he) physically and emotionally and I feel like I wasted what was could have been the most carefree 2 ½ years with a guy that was an ABSOLUTE ass to me. And I kept thinking, "Oh, it'll get better. Because it can't get much worse, right?" I guess that's what I learned from him. Guys with narcissistic personality disorder (honestly) don't turn into nice ones. Ever.
So, I go through the pockets of this leather jacket. I find two sticks of Trident and a roller ball pen. Typical vestiges. And the bad memories started to flow. My point here, though is to you guys out there: if a girl accidentally sits on a roller ball and breaks it in your 3 year old car, please don't yell and belittle her and raise your hand to slap her.
On the positive side, I got my first "professional" pedicure yesterday. That, for me, is the unofficial beginning of flip flop season and warm weather. And I've learned that it doesn't matter how sucky things are in your life (not for me now, though) if you can look down at your feet and they're pretty, you've at least got that. And it'll make you happier. I went with a pale pink this time instead of my darker pink/hoochie momma red (bright red) because I read in Allure that you're suppose to either go nude or pale pink for the spring. I'm learnin'. Slowly, but surely.