I'm at a rare loss for words, and I think it's because I haven't gotten enough sleep. I always get weird when I'm tired. I screw up my sentences a lot. Words go where they shouldn't. Tenses change when they should not be changed. I talk like a caveman. No, really, I do. I also am extra sensitive and touchy and on edge, resulting in random bursts of anger, like this afternoon, when I was on the phone with my boyfriend helping him with a math problem.
Him: So, you add the sequence together, and what do you get?
Me: Lemme get my calculator.
Me, rummaging through things: I don't know...where it is...
Me: I don't know where the hell it is.
Him: It's okay.
Me: No really. I don't know where it is.
Me: OMG. These mother fucking...CRAYONS...Jesus Christ! I don't fucking have time for this. You know, I have enough to do without worrying about this shit.
I've came to the conclusion that I'm what I absolutely never thought I'd be: a high-maintenance girlfriend. Pretty soon I'll be popping out babies and wearing stuff like this and DVRing Ellen so I can watch Oprah now and the other after the kids are asleep. I never thought I'd be one of those people, either, but you know what? It could happen.
Oh, and for those of you who were wondering, I curl my hair with a straightener, because I have no idea how to do it with a normal curling iron. I am smart. Clearly.
Pants: the Gap
Shoes: Dolce Vita
Bag: Marc by Marc Jacobs