nadialeatz. Michigan

I’m so thrilled. I’m spending the night at my parents. We had dinner, sat around a bonfire, made cookies, played with Shamantea, and got squinty-eyed.
Tomorrow, I’m getting Chinese for lunch with my mama and gonna lazy in the sun with her.

I’d like to think I’ve succeeded in this whole bread bowl thing. @galacticvacationer can take credit for the sauce, I don’t mind.

I’d like to think I’ve succeeded in this whole bread bowl thing. @galacticvacationer can take credit for the sauce, I don’t mind.

This exposed line has done absolutely nothing for me. Can of bread is still in can. HALP.

This exposed line has done absolutely nothing for me. Can of bread is still in can. HALP.

// Duality, Pt. I//

If I’m in a relationship with someone, there has to be a lot of duality to their personality because there is a lot of duality to mine.
I spend half of my time thriving in own interests and being alone. Adventuring through many ideas, topics and projects. I also love spending time thriving in other people’s ideas and socializing. If my partner can’t appreciate both of those sectors of my personality, half of the time, we won’t get along.
My personal style also has a bit of bipolarity. I wake up in the morning, and put on what I feel comfortable with. One day, it’s a darling dress, accessories to match, the next is a button up and some trousers. The latter can put a wrench in a guy’s masculinity, if his own confidence isn’t deeply rooted.

I can’t even play Little Talks on the guitar anymore because it’ll just turn into a What If God Was One of Us medley.

Kids do this to me.

Kids do this to me.

(via organizationxiii)

Better Made potato chips are gluten free? Well shit. I’m golden.
As I lick my fingers for flavor…

I feel pretty proud that yesterday was payday, and for the first time, I hadn’t been counting down the days.

I’m pretty good at digging myself a hole of awkward.

There I was, in a food aisle Target. I get giggly and Corey asks what’s wrong.
“There was a cute cute girl, so let’s go,” I put my arm out as I turn the corner, “this way!” And nearly hit the poor girl in the face.
Whoops.

I also went to Rue21 (where I’m aiming to be assistant manager), was chatting with the guy ringing me up and he didn’t ask if I wanted any fragrance like he was supposed to, so I brought it up myself. He had me test nearly all of them and didn’t really like any, but I didn’t have the heart to say, “you know what? Nevermind”. I bought the best of the worst and now I smell like a hooker. Sweet.

A coworker that I don’t know well told me the other day that I look like Winona Ryder. “Like in Girl, Interrupted??”
I almost wanted to tell her that sometimes I feel that way too. Wudda good movie.

A coworker that I don’t know well told me the other day that I look like Winona Ryder. “Like in Girl, Interrupted??”
I almost wanted to tell her that sometimes I feel that way too. Wudda good movie.