as i cried, the weight lifted.

yesterday i left a job 

i hated.

i said goodbye to a place

i felt unappreciated.

i emptied drawers

that had been collecting self-doubt.

i turned in my key

and cashed in unused vacation days.

i got in my car,

rolled down the windows, 

blasted this song on repeat

and cried the whole way home.

i cried because i did it.

i took a stand

and finally said "enough!"

i cried because i realized

 it's okay.

it's okay to quit something that destroys you.

it's okay to be proud of yourself for quitting.

it's okay to be free.

it's okay to be appreciated.

it's okay to take time and figure life out.

it's.o.kay.

and for the first time in six months,

my traditional after-work-tears were happy.

my soul smiled 

and i felt free.

this is me, telling it on the mountain.

free at last.

free at last.

thank god almighty,

we are free at last!

in other news,

i reached the end of my paper chain

and am currently

life.is.good.

wiiknd: i never thought i'd say this, but there is such thing as too much breakfast in one day.

work + work.
cazj.

cory = football game.

brissa = pretty little liars.

parks and rec.

early morning.

apple cinnamon tea.

work til one.

home = spotless.
breakfast for lunch. 

interwebz catch up + football game. 

slow motion seizure*.

greek festival.
cinnamon honey heaven.
"have you guys ever heard of dees?!?!!!"
breakfast for dinner.
diploma pick-up.
seinfeld.
breakfast coma.

one month say whhhhhat?!
12:15 appointment = new calling.
young women's first counselor.
gushers packed = sunday snack.
plans to buy fruit snacks.
homemade lasagna.
parks and rec.
homemade hot chocolate.

*apparently the 'i' before 'e' rule doesn't apply to seizures.

it's good to be productive again.

after weeks of searching and applying 

and [mostly] housewife-ing,

i got a job.

it's nothing fancy,

but it keeps me busy and learning

and doing things i never thought i could do.

i love it.

i'm not writing for a paper or a magazine.

in fact, i'm not writing at all. 

but it's okay.

this way i can write for me.

write what i want.

what i care about.

what i feel.

sidenote[s]: 

the words are making a comeback.

just like leslie.

pll is a straight-up drug.

i can't stop watching.

i won't stop watching.

so.much.dramA.

wiiknd: let's not talk about the men's 4 X 100m freestyle relay.

last day of work.

garlic artichoke pizza. 

goodbye balloons.

helium high.

game day shirts, purchased.

red lobster.

people watching.

cheddar bay biscuit heaven.

secret new addiction.

donut breakfast.

packing + truck loading + empty apartment.

family bridal shower = swag.

bachelorette party = swag.

favorite people around one table.

victorian invasion. 

fancy pants desserts. 

font selecting. 

early to bed.

whiney morning.

orange juice explosion.

toast breakfast.

interviews like woah.

happy tears.

move clothes to new apartment.

grilled turkey deliciousness.

turkey coma.

fresh blackberries and whipped cream.

stupid france. 

home. 

second to last sunday goodbye. 

freeze frame.

kallie made a paper chain countdown for my cubicle.

this is why my job is better than yours.

 fries always taste better when your car dies 

in the middle of the drive-thru.

walk-thru fries > drive-thru fries.

church feet are fancy feet.

this little sass is trying to weasel her way into a sister-wives arrangement. 

i can't let that happen.

every day would be a fashion walk-off and i would always lose. 

lunchtime sunshine and afternoon phone calls

are the best kind of happiness.

today is thursday

last night during a telephone conversation,
i planned my outfit for today.
it was decided i would wear the following:
 my "save ginny weasley" shirt,
black cardigan and leopard flats.
{please note, since their purchase last saturday, i have worn these flats frice.
is frice a word? like thrice but better? what would be the "four" version of thrice?}
in order to maintain a false air of professionalism,
i have to wear my cowl to cover the graphic at work.
the wearing of my cowl has resulted in
 more cubicle ninja pictures. 

i'm just waiting for someone to tell me
there's something on my head.
cain't nobody tell me to be professional!
#rebel4lyfe

in other news,

andrea was gracious enough

 to let me take over her corner of the interwebz today.

check it out and please remember,

indecisiveness is not skankiness. 

reasons to love today.

i'm only working two hours today.

i get to spend those two hours

wrapping christmas presents 

while lip syncing to christmas music.

the only class i have today is my cooking class.

i'm making an apple pie.

from scratch.

and i get to use the 

apple corer/peeler/slicer machine.

you have no idea how excited i am.

no idea.

by three o'clock

i will be on the road

headed north

for the rest of the week.

that being said,

my virtual status remains undetermined.

i may be here or i may be eating my weight

in mashed potatoes, stuffing and yams,

setting up christmas with my mama,

helping prepare a feast with papa,

learning the latest youtube dance with krizz,

dress shopping with my cracker,

or entering every sweep-stake imaginable with jamie.

idk.

it's whatevs.

so in case i don't see you,

good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.

sidenote: 

i promise to have actual pictures to show you when i get back.

just so you know i haven't turned into a robot or zombie or anything.

pictures of food i can't eat makes my stomach depressed.

friday morning i had to work.

sam and lauren decided to be french 

and have a crepe party while i slaved away in my cubicle.

sam sent me this picture to make me jealous.

i replied with this to show my pain.

and no,

they didn't save me any.

in fact, they told me

they ate so many they went into food comas.

i should have drawn a post-it tear

to accurately depict my heartbreak-stomachache. 

sometimes i take pictures of myself at work.

during these photoshoots i give myself directions to make certain faces.

i believe in this one i told myself {in a french accent}

to look frightened. 

it must have been my psychic senses 

warning me to be ready because

as soon as i snapped this picture,

boss lady walked by.

if only i had listened to my senses and 

paused the photoshoot.

instead, my brain told me it would

be smooth to play it off like i was texting.

causing me to look overly 

pensive about the 160 characters i was typing. 

yeaah...

speaking of awesome skillz, 

i got {another} free month of netflix

and started watching psych.

so far so good.

#yeahbuddy.

yogurt parfaits at work.
delicioso.
blue flannel + orange cardigan.
perfect {almost} rainy weather outfit.

awkward half-face/peace sign kodak moment.
priceless. 

no beef for you.

i think i broke my two little toes yesterday.

you know, 

the piggies that didn't get roast beef

and went wee wee wee all the way home?

yeah, those ones.

on the upside, 

their current state of pain 

helped me justify wearing my moccasins to work today.

in other news, 

the bananas and clementines i bought earlier this week

have proven to be delicious.

it's been so long since i've had a good clementine.

like december/january long.

i don't know how i've survived.

black on back.

today i'm wearing an open, creme top over a red tank top.

boss-lady walked by my cubicle and said,

"oh, what a cute top! what is on the back?"

she walked up to see the design 

{it's a semi-open back with floral designs 
so the red underneath is visible}

and suddenly got awkward, mumbled something about it being cute 

and quickly walked away.

"well that was strange," i thought.

i turned to see if there was something on my back

and noticed a black strap.

that's right.

my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder* was just sitting there,

chilling out for the whole world to see.
so much for "professional" attire.
i knew i should have gone nude today
{the color, not the lifestyle}.

*please tell me you remember saying that in elementary. it was the rage phrase after maturation and all the girls started wearing them to support their mosquito bites buzzumbas.

excusez-moi.

i'm up to my eyeballs in projects at work.

really, really tedious projects.

like "formatting ten chapters of a book

for monday morning" tedious.

especially because everything has to line up perfectly.

so you'll just have to 

for not being interesting/here these next few days.
xoxo
gossip girl 
brissa.

pt.ii.

remember how i said i was a ninja?

get ready for part two.

i just put on lotion

aaall up my legs at work

and no one saw.

and we're not talking knees and down people.

we're talking ankles all they way up to the undaroo line. 

tmi?

too bad.

i had to share my victory with someone.

lucky you.

wicka whhhat?!

today i'm tired.

even though i slept i feel like i'm running on empty.

i have too much to do

and not enough time to do it.

all i want to do is sleep for three days.

but i can't.

at least not until finals are over

and i get my life back.

on a sidenote: i am very proud of the fact that i 

put on my war-paint* in my cubicle at work 

without anyone walking past/noticing.

here's my secret: i'm a ninja.

*make-up. for obvious reasons. 

fail.

i hate when i wake up late for work.

then as i'm sneaking to my cubicle,

my boss comes out of it and says,

"oh hello!"

whhhhhyyyy!?!?!?

fml.

to-do

count 500 tickets three times. 

update the spreadsheet.

write two articles

start/work/finish audio assignment

study for media law exam

paint nails.

call sources.

shakespeare reading prompt x 4.

return shakespeare dvd's to library.

wash car.

sleep.

investigative journalism assignment.

legislature assignment.

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all i want to do is watch the bachelor.

it's not like the corner is a better alternative.

sometimes i wish i had a real-life grown-up job.

then i realize even if i did,

i would still get bored and take pictures of myself.

god bless america. 

daz da wai [uh-huh-uh-huh] eye lyke hit.

bizee @ werk.

\/\/!$# eye kud sl33p.

tewdai iz lahng dai.

lyke skooL til 8.30.


ai caramba.