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The other day, I lost my keys.

I remember leaving my friends car to go home, but I don’t know if I packed my keys in my purse or I left them somewhere or whatever since I walked through the open garage. I’ve been using my spare keys for the past few days, but it was stressing me out because my whole life was on my lanyard. 

Hold up.. there’s a reason for this explanation.

Today, I got home from my work interview and was super exhausted. I had an anxiety attack around 7pm because I was afraid of not getting hired. This anxiety attack turned into me driving to the nearest fast food chain to buy some binge and purge food. 

Last minute, I decided to turn out of the drive thru and head to Nekter, a juicing cafe. On the way there, my gas light went on. “Okay.”, I thought. “I can last a while before I need to get gas.

I get on the freeway. TRAFFIC. I was already anxious enough as it was, I’m running on 4 hours of sleep, I’m trying to quit smoking, and NOW theres fucking TRAFFIC. I pulled to the nearest exit and decided to go locally to the store since it wasn’t too far. 

I get there at 7:07 pm. The fucking store closed at 7. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. By now I’m just ready to give up, but I decided to head to Robeks about 2 miles away, closer to my area, to get an Evergreen juice. The cute barista or whatever gave me a large instead of a small. I guess he could tell that I’ve had enough of the world’s shit. 

I take my juice, and start driving home. “Uh oh… the fucking gas tank is almost dunzo”. I decided to pull over near my friends neighborhood to get gas. After filling up, I was finally on my way home when my friend texts me “I have your keys.” RIGHT when I’m in front of her neighborhood.


SO pretty much everything happens for a reason. 

23 Apr — 3 notes
Today’s thoughts:

- What a relief

- I’m getting fat

- This muffin was so worth it

- How can I start my own herb garden?

- I hope my dad is proud

15 Apr — 7 notes

My mom and I had a drunken conversation last night about love and marriage. She’s a very, very, traditional Korean, so it surprised me when she said, “Stefanie… I don’t care if you don’t marry a Korean. You can marry a black guy for all I care. As long as he’s a nice person and he takes care of you. I just want you to be happy.”

That made me happy. 

12 Apr — 14 notes

Some time alone is what I need.

9 Apr — 2 notes

I seriously don’t think that I would ever put on clothes if I had my own place and it was about 75 degrees. 

9 Apr — 2 notes

Can I have pizza delivered to my bed and on the special requests section I’ll just ask for a handsome man, preferably Derrick Rose, who can feed me the pizza and give me a nice back rub. 

31 Mar — 2 notes

I’ve been up since 6am. This has nothing to do with anything. 

I’m in bed right now and I’m hungry. Food is downstairs, but I have to cook it myself. This makes staying in bed and starving myself a lot more appealing and reasonable.

Maybe being up at 6am does have something to do with this. 

31 Mar — 3 notes