You know that saying, “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all”?
Well switch out the word “nice” with the word “good” and that’s how I feel about blogging lately. I’m simply on autopilot to the end of this internship and have no interest or motivation in anything else, so I’ll let a handful of Instagram pictures steal the show for now.
It’s been rainy here, but what else is new. Yesterday when I got home from being productive, I had to park my car and walk 1/4 mile to my apartment in the pouring rain because our entire apartment complex drive and parking lots were flooded past the curb.
Bloody marys were meant to be consumed before noon. This and the obscene sodium content leads me to believe they were meant for hangovers. You know, for replacing your lost electrolytes and such…
I got a haircut, like a real, salon haircut. My stylist was like “wow I forgot you were a client of mine”. I never get haircuts. Fun fact, I actually own a pair of thinning shears and bravely go at my own hair sometimes (you know, those funny toothy-looking scissors they use to layer your hair). Hey, it’s just hair… it’ll grow back.
Told you I’ve been eating a lot of goat cheese. As mentioned, mainly straight from the package but there have been a few creative moments, such as this. Goat cheese and tomato toast is the perfect breakfast for when you run out essentials like peanut butter, or eggs.
Not sure why this picture didn’t make it up sooner, but I urged Andrew to be as fratty as possible on the 4th of July.. and he went with it 100%. Red white and blue plaid shorts, a ridiculous eagle/flag polo (yes, that really is an eagle) and the unpictured baby-blue topsiders for good measure. Oh and bourbon on the rocks. America.
What kind of story would your Instagram tell?
