Where the hell have I been? What the hell have I been doing?
And most importantly, why the fuck haven’t I been blogging or reading blogs or doing anything with you lovely people?
I’ll tell you. But relax, it’s nothing exciting.
Just, you know, breaking almost every single girl rule I ever had for myself.
I’m far from a single girl but there are certain things I told myself I’d never do. Completely lose myself in a relationship, for instance. Or telling BF not (yes, NOT) to buy me a diamond ring for Valentine’s Day unless it was an engagement ring (!). That’s a double whammy right there, holy shit.
Just so you know, I didn’t get a diamond ring for Valentine’s Day. And I’m still not sure if I’m happy about that or not. Go figure.
I did, however, get a dozen roses with a few lillies mixed in, as well as a card that made me absolutely cry:
(front, with a picture of a couple hugging, with the man’s back facing the front of the card, and you can’t see either’s face, but they’re both brunette, like the BF and I) “Your love makes my world a beautiful place to be.”
(inside, printed in the card) “With you by my side, I know that I have everything anyone could ever want – someone who’s understanding and supportive, who’s fun and interesting… someone I love who also happens to be my best friend. Happy Valentine’s Day”
(inside, hand-written) “Christina, I will love you forever and ever and then some. BF”
Sounds like your typical lovey-dovey Valentine’s Day card, eh? I think it was the “best friend” part that caused the eye leakage. Oh, and I got a stuffed animal (also typical lovey-dovey Valentine’s day), a dog with a little pink heart, and a digital camera!
Which leads me to… my half of y’all getting up in my personal biz-naz.
Here are the rules:
- Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you can’t go into your closet and pull out your favorite purse! We want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house.
- List how much it cost. And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, we’d love to hear it.
- Show us what’s in your purse. Spill it out! Take pictures! Tell us what it is!
- Tag some chicks.
First, here’s my purse. Lucky me, Courtney still has The Purse, so this really is the one I’m using right now
I honestly can’t remember how much I paid for it, but I got it at Vanity… I think. God, my memory is horrible. I’ve had it for a few years, and bought it back when I still lived in College Town.
Inside are: current proof of car insurance (that I keep forgetting to actually leave in my car), sent from my mom, complete with her hand-written note that it goes in the Jetta; my purple leather wallet, black daily planner, black Mary Kay bag that I keep pens and tampons in, striped makeup baggy with lipgloss and other miscellaneous girly items (I took a separate picture of that stuff, we’ll get to it in a minute), Vanilla Bean Noel lotion from Bath and Body Works, Equate extra strength headache relief (Excedrin knock-off) because I get migraines like you wouldn’t believe and no this shit doesn’t really work, some mint candies from our Secret Santa at work, a packet of business cards, powder compact and a Walmart receipt.
In my makeup bag of goodies: bobby pins, Clean & Clear Oil Absorbing Sheets, Bath and Body Works Raspberry Plum lip balm, Mary Kate and Ashley ultra wet lip gloss in some pinkish color, some cover up, Victoria’s Secret Beauty Rush lip gloss in watermelon? I think, Victoria’s Secret Beauty Rush lip gloss in Strawberry Fizz (that one still had the sticker on it), some other lip gloss (don’t ask who made it or what color it is other than “pink”), Sassy Sweet Cherry lip gloss from Maurices, Tutti Dolci Sugar Wafter lip gloss, a couple little tubs with the word “nibblers” in the name (I think? again, no stickers) from a Passions party, Bath and Body Works Sparkling Melon lip balm, cherry-flavored “Chap-Ice” (honestly, it’s Chapstick… or however you spell it… come on.), some Carmex, another thing of cover up and a hair tie.
Whew. After that, I need a drink. And I’m not taggin’ anyone.
Also, I promise it won’t be three fucking years until I post again… and the next post will include some fucking.