Cute days with no cars. Eff that.

I woke up today with really big knotty hair, wearing an over-sized tie-dye t-shirt and cropped sweatpants. I glanced at the clock. 12:01.

12:01? WHAT? When did I become a teenager?

While a part of me is perplexed because I never sleep past nine, the other part of me feels particularly disgusting. Summer time is when my perfect cute outfits really go down the toilet. I mean, I shower and everything still (sometimes ;]) but I just don't really try as hard. That's why I decided to dress up and put on my new wedges, blow dry my hair, do my makeup, that sorta thing. All to discover there is no car in the driveway. I was supposed to meet my roommate today. So much for that. Thanks parentals.

So I'm sitting in my house, looking adorable mind you, without a car or any other means of transportation since all my friends work every second of their lives.

Gah. Unfortunate.

This is the first day I've looked moderately attractive in a very long time. The boyfriend isn't here either. So basically I've gotten all dressed up to see my friends Mary and Frank, who are dating incidentally and are about as interested in seeing me cute as they are Frank's two-year-old miniature poodle Suzie. Perhaps I should give up and stop trying completely.

Either way, yesterday Alanah basically sexually harassed my boyfriend to the furthest she could without actually insulting him or me. She was literally straddling him on my living room floor, asking him question after question about his...sexual prowess, I'm guessing we could call it. He answered each question like the average five-year-old would (which I generally equate him to be about five years old), by giggling.

:I

My reaction exactly.

Later he escaped her grasp by running out of the room and outside, then running back inside through the front door and hiding in the bathroom. I felt like a middle-schooler all over again. Later while searching for him Alanah and I ran out the back door and Alanah tripped down the back steps, flipping over a few times and spraining her ankle. My family has this rule where if someone hurts themselves, you ask if they're okay and if they are, you are fully allowed to laugh. However, Alanah was hurt, so I didn't laugh. Even though the fall was quite impressive.

Haha. Sexual harassment. Always a good laugh.