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It's OK Thursday

It's OK Thursdays

Shh, shh -- It's OK.
It's OK.....
... That anyone and everyone who mentions Chick Fil A on my news feed gets kicked off of it.
... That I told my ex I loved him tonight, because he's still my best friend,
and I knew how I did and didn't mean it.
and I knew how I did and didn't mean it.
... That I send Oscar recordings of me singing horribly to Colbie Caillat songs.
... That I'm super duper awkward when I record myself talking.
... That it was gross out and so I couldn't participate in day one of the #photoaday challenge.
... That I had too much bread today (yesterday?), because I can make up for it tomorrow.
... That I have the bladder of a pregnant woman. Or ninety-year-old.
... That I question the boundaries of love (I'm writing a post about this soon!)
... That I'm both excited and unsettled about leaving for uni in less than a month.
... That I'm letting God control my financial and friend instabilities.
... That I just saw a preview for Rogue River and I'm like WHAT.
Just kidding. That last one is not okay. ;)
It's OK Thursday

It's okay...
To be concerned about the people who persecute me.
To buy (vegan) cookie dough ice cream when I'm trying to lose weight and tone up.
To get two hours of sleep and look the way I do when going to pick my guy up from the train station.
To not wear a bra around my house because HONESTLY, WHO IS LOOKING!?
To obsess over one day owning a sugar glider family.
To sit around all day and listen to music and talk to God.
To stare at my dad when he thinks a waiter is hitting on him because the waiter drew a ketchup smiley face in a bowl and gave it to him (this is part of their job; we all got one).
To procrastinate reading 200 articles for my Feminisms class.
To be doing this instead of getting ready to leave.
To delete immature facebook comments so that younger kids on your page don't get exposed to hateful words.
To laugh at yourself when you trip over a dust ball.
To freak out in the car when a green head invades your personal space.
To realize this is my fiftieth post, woot woot!
To realize this is my fiftieth post, woot woot!
:)




