It is 3:30 am…. Possibly the worst time to write a blog. I also decided that brussels sprouts sounded tasty at this hour. Gross. I may vomit. Too much information. I know.
Sometimes I have the urge to be a passive aggressive blogger, but I don’t have the cojones to pull it off without an extreme amount of guilt. So I just have this internal dialogue with myself, laugh a bit, maybe cry (not really), then think of something else to write about. Real cool Schanell. Real cool.
Here’s a useful tip: Do not EVER read your previous blog posts. It is a surefire way to feel like a huge blabbering nincompoop (I just googled that word…it does indeed exist). I would like to delete them all due to the sheer amount of incriminating/embarrassing information…. that will be next on my agenda after writing this pointless blog entry.
I going to the Butte again tomorrow. I love it there. I am typically not a fan of going to the same place multiple times a year, but I am obsessed.
It’s 4pm now and I still haven’t finished this blog. I am drinking a almond milk latte at Wash Perk listening (eavesdropping) on some really awkward Match.com date disaster in the making bahahahahah. Oh love. You make us do funny things.
Guess what!?! My friend and sister from another mother is a certified laughing yoga teacher… add that random goodness to your resume. It was also her birthday yesterday! Boooya.
Here’s a Peace Corp Kazakhstan Halloween Flashback Moment…. We were Kazakh school children. Oh boy.