I gave up Facebook for Lent. So here's to 40 days and nights of no status updates, no bitching about the stupidity of some people on my news feed, no moderate stalking, and no uploading sweet pics of my weekend debauchery. Luckily for you, dear readers, I have a blogger ap on my phone...you may just get some random 160 character posts if I find something extremely entertaining that I must share with cyberspace immediately.
I've been throwing random topics around recently, I don't know, to maybe get some consistency on here...and I'm guessing Lent will be a good reason to blog more. Hopefully that isn't more self destructive, but I'm sure it'll be better than the other option....chronicling the bipolar disorder of my underwear drawer. Roommate and I had a brief (no pun intended, for real) conversation about the psychosis of our underwear drawers. And since I believe I wear the same 10 pair in rotation depending on laundry day or tight pants, I was going to hold off on doing undie laundry until I actually needed to, like wear every single pair in my drawer, and journal about my adventures. To make that process easier, I started by throwing away at least 15 pairs that I knew would end in either tears or excessive bitchiness. This is still an option that hasn't been ruled out.