The worst blog post ever.

Let's talk about the day I went to work with my hair looking like a small birds nest.

The day in which I didn't show my beloved interwebz space any love until nearly 6PM.

The day that seemed to take longer to get through than it takes Florida to count some votes.

The day I ate a Chickfila kids meal in my car during lunch time because I just didn't feel like being around people.

The day I opened the fridge when I got home and vaguely remembered I had placed this full glass of boxed chardonnay in there last night 30 minutes after I took a dose of Melatonin.

The day I drank the glass of boxed chard that had been sitting in my fridge for somewhere around a 20 hour timeframe. 

The day Sebby decided to take a shedooby on my new neighbor's doorstep and I didn't have a baggy to pick it up so I scooped it to the side with a stick. 

Also the day Sebby's leash dropped from my hand which startled him into running through this apartment complex, continuing because he's afraid of the leash handle dragging behind him, me trailing behind him dragging Ella for about 1/4 of a mile.

The day I ate leftover sushi in my bed for dinner. Like a S-L-O-to the-B. 

Let's talk about the day I wrote the worst blog post ever.

PS. I want to do a vlog. Someone ask me some questions (comment or email works) to answer on a vlog so we can talk about that day I did a vlog some day. Some day when my roots aren't so bad I appear to be rocking a fail ombre.... or fombre.
My homeboy Julienne is hooking a sister up Friday.