Grump Tunnel: Population Me
I decreed 100 days of blogging, and I have failed...well not true.
I feel as though I've been blogging more throughout the week and I like that...so therefore it's still kind of a win?
By no means do I think people wait on the daily to read my crazy ponderings but it helps if I address it.
Read: I'm crazy.
To be 100% honest I've kinddddddda been in a funk.
I reread the list of things that make me happy and I dance around my apartment snapping to "Happy" just like Pharrell, but for some reason it hasn't snapped me out of it.
I can't really pin point what put me in the funk.
I've been pretty bummed about my body image lately.
I feel like my lunch lady arms have gotten out of control, and am under the impression that 38 chins are showing at any given angle.
I read clean eating recipes daily but my diet has consisted of mainly burritos the past four days.
I miss "Scandal."
"The Following" is over.
I wasn't impressed by the "Girl Meets World" sneak peek.
Not even the new Oprah Chai Tea latte perked me up enough.
I even ordered it LIKE Oprah,
"I'd like a venti CHAI TEA LATTEEEEEE"
It impressed the barista, so she wrote my name like this:
|The new way to spell Ashley.|
I did a quick funk test and was still in one.
So I turned to the cure of all things: a Netflix binge.
Lately I've been watching a lot of "Bones."
I've stated many a time before that I love crime dramas.
Having seen almost every episode of "Law & Order: SVU," I decided to make a commitment to a new show.
"Bones," has been pretty solid.
I laugh, I cry, I try to figure out how Bones, being a robot of a human, is something attractive to Booth.
|Pick me. Choose me. Love me.|
Mysteries at every turn I tell ya.
My marathons have been pretty helpful.
I seem to peering out of my grump tunnel and into the sunlight.
However, I'm now convinced that I will find a skull, or "remains" at any time.
I also believe I have nailed what my reaction would be should this every happen.
A quick gasp, a few "Oh my Gods," followed by stumbling a few steps backward as I run to call the cops.
The people who stand there and scream have been my least favorite in the past 8 seasons.
Yep, during my bouts of anti-social behavior I have rehearsed in my mind what I would do, should I ever stumble across a dead body.
I doubt I will ever have to show my acting chops because the people will 9 times out of 10 find the bones while out on a natural trail.
And that my friends, is why I do not hike.