Purposeful. I've been so lazy to stick to my gym routine and monthly periods have given me the perfect excuse not to.
So I'm up at 4 in the morning, finished loading the whole season 1 of parenthood and wondering why we have ran out of instant oats at home. Or rolled for that matter.
I'm constantly hungry. Must be from all that eye muscle exercises I've been diligently doing in front of my laptop. Lol hello please meet my personal trainer funshion. Last Man Standing needs to come out with a new episode asap.
Hmm the noodles taste saltier than they look. I don't understand why people would willingly post self taken shots of being semi-topless. Whatever happened to comfort and privacy?
Random thoughts. Sweet.
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There are always moments that encompasses utter self loathing and complete satisfaction. Kinda like Cece and Schmidt. Yet you keep running back to these moments like a little giggly girl whenever they come by. Kinda like an ice cream truck.
What do you do whenever that ice cream truck comes around?
Do I want the atap seed flavour or the chocolate mint? Do I want the cone or the colourful bread? Do I want the single scoop or the double scoop? How long will this ice cream last before it melts away? When will be the next time the ice cream truck comes around? How do I feel about ice cream anyway?
And now my phone's on vibrate mode right beside me when I've previously made up my mind to have a zen afternoon with the multiple seasons of Parenthood.
I have a love-hate relationship with ice-cream.
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