Are you there Blog? It’s me, Sarah.
I hope you got that Judy Blume reference because if you didn’t, you missed out on so much solid literature as a child. A girl waiting patiently for her period to make it’s first appearance could have no better friend than Judy Blume.
ANYHOW. I miss my blog. Which is to say I just can’t get enough of myself. Oh, you can’t get enough of me either? I’M SO GLAD WE’RE FRIENDS.
I work at a coffee shop. (No, I’m not judging you based on your drink order. Unless you order a 20 ounce breve, in which case it’s less judgement and more wondering if you know what a breve is. I feel a deep compulsion to make a spectacle of the fact that it’s HALF AND HALF. And then I wonder where the fuck you put all the fat because Lord knows I’d be the star of the next TLC show about bed-ridden obese people if I were drinking 20 ounce breves everyday). And I hang out with my house mates. Who are just about my most favorite people in the world to
be awkward around hang out with. We do things like watch a cappella competitions, talk about our feelings, and drink herbal teas.
I can’t believe how true that last sentence is.
Thank you, Judy Blume, for preparing me for adulthood. It is everything I could have hope for.
(Side note: I just googled “half and half”. Why? Because I can. If I didn’t miss the Waltons so much, the 21st century would probably get my vote.)
I have no idea what this post was about.