There are moments in my life when I completely resent being a girl. The whole time of the month thing isn’t even all I’m talking about. It’s moments like last night, when I’m exhausted from a long day, and realize at 9 pm that my nails look like I’m homeless and there’s just no other option but to paint them. Holly told me I should go to sleep and not worry about it but I told her that just isn’t in the realm of possibilities. There is so much maintenance to be a girl and try to remain even somewhat attractive. I just don’t have the energy sometimes. But 1.5 hours of a self-manicure later, I must say, the nails are looking pretty good.
Fear-mongerer Holly and I decided to watch Criminal Minds. Holly doesn’t like scary things so I’m not quite sure why she always agrees to watch that show with me. I think it’s like the girlfriend who always watches the violent movies she really detests but her boyfriend loves so she goes along with it. I’m not questioning or complaining because I love having a TV buddy. No one will ever watch Criminal Minds with me. I have a feeling that show is geared towards senior citizens. Commercials breaks included: Cialis, Sears, and Viagra. I can just see my future life partner-(I of course mean that in a never getting married way, not the gay way), sitting on the couch at 60 years old watching this show and talking about ED. So many things to look forward to when it comes to getting older huh? But to tell you the truth, I don’t feel like I’m going to make it to that getting older thing. Holly and I got into a deep discussion about how we both feel like if we make it to 35, we will be in the clear, but I feel so strongly that I am going to be kidnapped by a crazy person and thrown into some torture well with no way to get out. Holly, on the other hand, thinks she’s going down in a plane crash. Delightful I know. I watch these crime shows and after years of reading books about serial killers, I truly think there is going to come a day where I find myself in one of those horrible situations. Tied up, tortured, and no idea what to do. A little morbid, but I really feel like the parking garage is going to be my end.