Glutton for Punishment

So today was the annual Canadian Thanksgiving get together from my dad's side of the family. I took the time off work to drive 2 hours to be with my family for dinner since my immediate family lives 2 days away. It was great to see my family, especially my grandparents since my grandpa turns 88 on Tuesday and we celebrated it today. The best part was when we all sang "Happy Birthday" to him and then 5 minutes later my grandma goes, "wouldn't it be nice if we sang 'Happy Birthday' to Jake?" She's old and forgetful but we all had a great laugh over it. I ate too much stuffing, as always cuz it's totally the best part and now my insides are gurgling and I'm hitting up the bathroom like it's going out of style.



In other news, I dyed my hair dark reddish brown. It looked lighter
on the box but it looks like JoAnna Garcia's from Privileged. I like it but I'm just not used to having hair that dark. I feel like I look like Snow White with my paler skin and darker hair. But hey, she snagged a prince so maybe I can too for once?






I have a full week of work + working out so basically I lead one of the most boring lives ever but I'm slowly finding my happy place. I have great friends, an awesome place to live, a job that is not my dream but I make good money, and my health (cliche? yes but true since I don't have health insurance, dumb I know) so I can't really complain. I'm still pulling myself together to find who I am as an individual and it's a fun process. I've already started compiling a list of qualities I want in my next boyfriend, something I've actually subconsciously been doing for months; I knew better but never wanted to admit the facts. So life goes on. Time to gather up Cohen and head to bed. Tomorrow I have to work a double and all I'm going to eat is a saltine cracker. Until next time my faithful readers (Rob and Sarah), I'll leave you with this advice: Don't eat a plateful of stuffing without taking Pepto first. Your asshole with thank you.