Nap game too strong.

Today my roommate informed me he finally read my blog and it wasn't so bad...or as he so eloquently put it, "I finally read your blog...it's actually pretty funny!" I'm not sure whether to find that flattering or offensive....but since I did put up a picture of him shampooing his feet (I'm sure he missed that one), I'll let it slide.

So I have a confession to make.

I just woke up from a 6 hour nap and it's 9pm at night.

Whoops.

This alone wouldn't be too much of an issue (well for me..normal people might think otherwise) but I was supposed to meet someone at 6. I swear to god I would probably sleep through my own wedding if I had the chance....Actually I may have to have someone strictly in charge of making sure I'm awake if I do ever throw out my commitment-phobe ways and make it to the alter. But alas, tonight there was no wake-upper and I awoke to 8 text messages and three missed calls that get increasingly more aggressive as the hours rolled on.

When I finally did get back in touch, I would like to say I truely mended the situation...but...

Pissed off ditchee: So do you want to just meet somewhere now?

Hopeless ditcher: *looks at disheveled being, hears sound of belting rain* ....but rain!

*click*

Hey, this girl isn't dying in a flood for no man!

So I did what any sane person would do. I rummaged my alcohol stash, dressed up like an extra from a Britney Spears video (sports bra and oversized sweats incase you were curious) and I cooked brussel sprouts.

Super cool party people bid you super cool adieu!

Oh and today I also learned that the security camera at work is pretty much just a Clevage cam to match the mirrored ceilings that work very similar. Sometimes it gets quite nipple tastic....send turtle necks!

Tuesday's child is full of grace.

It's reached the time of the year where I live in my bikini and my roommates and neighbors have to constantly put up with a half naked Jordyn.

What lucky ducks!

So how was everyone's Tuesday?

I spent all day laying around in my sunshine soaked bedroom reading, writing and jamming out to 90's Silverchair.

Throw me on a beach and you have unlocked level: "Jordyn's perfect Tuesday".

I like relaxing, it's one of my best qualities, I'm a good relaxer. I've noticed a lot of my friends can't seem to switch off. They live in a constant bubble of work or friends or nightlife or appointments. If they are not physically surrounded by people, they are digitally surrounded in a sea of texts or new media. They need constant stimulation. A life so hectic must be exhausting. 

I don't do exhausted well.

That's why days like these are my bread and butter. Days where I can just hang out, do whatever I so desire, no boy drama, no friend drama and especially no work drama.

Now, it's really pretty out, I'm in an amazing mood and it is nearing my favourite time of the day so it's time to potentially ruin that mood by forcing myself to go for a blister footed run....#alcoholicwithanafflictionforstillettosproblem.

(I have been phone blogging these last few weeks, which is why my formatting is all but royally eff'd. Apologies!)

Hakuna Matata

I came home with the singular goal of napping and watching Tangled. But when I walked into my room I was met with a heartbreaking scene...a pile of laundry the size of a small island taking up residence on my bed. I couldn't throw it on the floor as that was covered in dirty laundry and sorting it would be too much work. I couldn't put it away because that would cut into nap time and be too much work. I couldn't sleep on the couch because I had already walked into my bedroom and that would be too much work.

So I just napped on top of it.

Boom Mcguyver.

Oh and I have dry cookie crisp.

It means no worries for the rest of your days.