Mandi says so
It’s Mandi Says So Day.
Just kidding. Every day is Mandi Says So Day.
Which brings me here.
A few of you may remember my old baby blog, something about Daisies, something about sexy lights and a double shot of Tequila. I had it for quite a few years and it helped get me places I didn’t ever think it would, but as we all know with life, things happen, we change and well, I changed. I outgrew Daisies. No matter how many times I tried going back, it just didn’t “fit” anymore. I just didn’t fit there anymore, even though it was a space I created and lots of people loved and I loved it, too.
Here I’m going to create a place and let you re-enter my world, tell you about the things that have happened, are happening, I want to happen. I’m going to tell you about how I sit at home with my cats and pretend that calories don’t exist when I eat in the dark, I’m going to tell you about the day I looked in the mirror at myself and was like, IF YOU WANT TO BE A SNACK, YOU CAN’T EAT ALL THE SNACKS, DAMNIT!, and how I keep (for better or worse) keep looking for love...still apparently in all the wrong places. Like seriously guys, I’m 30 in T-TWO MONTHS and I was on ~TINDER~ in December and met my last “Boo” (his words, not mine), who still might be my “Boo,” but after last night (legit), probably isn’t. Lord help me.
I’m going to tell you how god damn messy my life is and you won’t even believe it, because I can’t believe half the situations I find myself in. You know, like how I slept with that handsome older guy from work, who is kinda my boss, but also kinda isn’t, because I’m also the boss...and how that fell apart and also is still together at the same time. See? Messy.
Oh, and a recurring theme you’ll notice in my life is how utterly shit I am at communication. Just the greatest of all skills to lack as someone who is supposed to be an “adult” or something. Just the greatest.
I’m going to tell you, or, depending on your viewpoint, *shove it down your throat* about the life of an (aging...ugh, fuck me) Millenial who probably was never cool to begin with, and most certainly isn’t cool now; I just picked up some style and better hair along the way.
But first, I’m going to start about telling you about the guy... and that’s really where everything begins.
Just kidding. Every day is Mandi Says So Day.
Which brings me here.
A few of you may remember my old baby blog, something about Daisies, something about sexy lights and a double shot of Tequila. I had it for quite a few years and it helped get me places I didn’t ever think it would, but as we all know with life, things happen, we change and well, I changed. I outgrew Daisies. No matter how many times I tried going back, it just didn’t “fit” anymore. I just didn’t fit there anymore, even though it was a space I created and lots of people loved and I loved it, too.
Here I’m going to create a place and let you re-enter my world, tell you about the things that have happened, are happening, I want to happen. I’m going to tell you about how I sit at home with my cats and pretend that calories don’t exist when I eat in the dark, I’m going to tell you about the day I looked in the mirror at myself and was like, IF YOU WANT TO BE A SNACK, YOU CAN’T EAT ALL THE SNACKS, DAMNIT!, and how I keep (for better or worse) keep looking for love...still apparently in all the wrong places. Like seriously guys, I’m 30 in T-TWO MONTHS and I was on ~TINDER~ in December and met my last “Boo” (his words, not mine), who still might be my “Boo,” but after last night (legit), probably isn’t. Lord help me.
I’m going to tell you how god damn messy my life is and you won’t even believe it, because I can’t believe half the situations I find myself in. You know, like how I slept with that handsome older guy from work, who is kinda my boss, but also kinda isn’t, because I’m also the boss...and how that fell apart and also is still together at the same time. See? Messy.
Oh, and a recurring theme you’ll notice in my life is how utterly shit I am at communication. Just the greatest of all skills to lack as someone who is supposed to be an “adult” or something. Just the greatest.
I’m going to tell you, or, depending on your viewpoint, *shove it down your throat* about the life of an (aging...ugh, fuck me) Millenial who probably was never cool to begin with, and most certainly isn’t cool now; I just picked up some style and better hair along the way.
But first, I’m going to start about telling you about the guy... and that’s really where everything begins.
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