Really it's only hard at night...
When I slow down a bit and have time to think about the fact that I've broken up with Mr. Perfect. It is very sad, and I've gotten good at hiding it. I try and think of all the guys I can go on dates with, all this free time that I will have, and when those dont work, I go Christmas shopping, or do math homework before its due (yeah. I KNOW.), or offer to make spreadsheets on Excel for my boss.
Anything to distract me. It's really only hard at night.
Well, on the bright side, I'm done with all of my Christmas shopping :) oh, and I'm going to this super exclusive Smash Ball, is what it's called. A convention of 40 smash bookers, exchanging ideas and looking at new product before it comes out and getting a ton of free stuff. Because I am that cool.
AND someone commented on a foxy post whom I don't know! And people are repinning my outfits on Pinterest!
At least I'm doing something right :P
oh, you're doing pleanty right Ash. And I understand. Everything is harder at night.
ReplyDeleteAnd yay! that's fantastic