After work I went to the mall and tried on clothes at The Loft for my workout.
You heard me.
I’m in a size four.
I bet he’s thinking of some inspirational tweets.
I hope so. I’ve lost my twitter juju. Make us proud, Romy.
It’s Sunday night and I’m in Tallahassee, Florida.
My flight attendant today had a smooth shiny face and his eyebrows appeared to be drawn on with a Sharpie.
When did we become a nation of Eyebrow Obsessors? Thanks, Obama.
The fucking dog got me up in the dark this morning then we did 5 miles then I worked a little then I had a shower and did Beauty Time then we loaded my shit into the car and went to the airport then I flew 1,000 miles with Eyebrows (my nickname for him) then other stuff and now I’ve got to crash even though I haven’t had all my PROTEIN CALORIES for today OMG get off my back.
If I’ve done anything with my life I hope I’ve conveyed to the world how glamorous traveling for work is.
Sup homies? I hope to get this fine babe liquored up enough to find me attractive.
Don’t let him fool you. Dat’s my sexsy main.
I took selfies in the airport Sunglass Hut because I’m devoted to my blog and because my flight has been delayed 2 hrs and 50 minutes. So far.