My Day in Texts

So, one thing you should know about me is that I TEXT CONSTANTLY.

Like, over 100 texts a day.

I know. Problem.

Anyways, I find myself laughing at some of the conversations that I have with friends throughout my day. Here's a little glimpse into my debilitating inability to get dressed up to go out anymore:

The scene: My good friend Kass' birthday party - going out to a swanky restuarant and then the Kit Kat Lounge. This is not my typical saturday night. I'd been out for 3 hours looking for a shirt/dress to go over leggings - because if I can't wear jeans, leggings is the next best thing.

{Me} Srsly, I'm not sure I can come to your bday 2night.

{Kass} Why?

{Me} Cause I've been to 3 stores and can't find anything to wear. I've forgotten how to dress myself. U don't want to be seen w/me.

{Kass} U will be fine. I don't care what you wear.

{Me} Remember me during that couch/boyfriend convo?* That was almost just me in the dressing room at Target.

{Kass} Ok... Well, just remember its just one night - not the rest of ur life.

{Me} How did I used to dress to go out? I can't remember. Everything looks dumb.

{Kass} U need to be hospitalized.

{Me} Exactly. Will u come visit after going out tonight?

{Kass} Sure thing.

{Me} Thnx.

END SCENE

I eventually found something that didn't look horrid - at least I hope it doesn't. I'm supposed to be doing my hair right now... but I'm procrastinating on the couch. We'll see if I make it out of the house.

If I let anyone take my picture tonight, I'll try to post pics.

:D



* Awful conversation we once had when I couldn't pick out a new couch and this seguayed into why I can't find a boyfriend - something about commitment issues. Hysterical sobbing and laughing at the same time. Beginning of the pre-30th birthday meltdown.
**Please don't take offense to our dark humor - we are both social workers.