improv

i have had annoying anxiety this week.

i've been trying to ignore it.

it's not working.

i want to kiss this babies lips so bad.

things i love:

cooking for someone

my TOMS

whipped cream

the smell of my laundry

that push 75% through your run where you feel like you can do anything in the world

dramatic songs/photos/musicals

the idea of running away

lindts white chocolate truffles

cowboys

the smell of my hands right now

home

ways that boys have asked me out lately:

1. tried to trip me as i walked by (what the..?!)…then he came up later to apologize/joke/ask me to pancakes (this one worked. surprisingly. i gave him the benefit of doubt for originality. he has the cutest freckles and tight jeans)

2. "well are you gunna give me your number?" poorly put dear boy, but i know you were nervous

3. and my favorite to date.

him "are you good at math?"

me "no i hate it, do you need a tutor?"

him "No, i need you to solve an equation…P + Des squared/tomorrow night X fro-yo @ 8-9ish to the square root of fun equals….

all the sudden today. i wanted to cry. i wanted to hold a baby. it doesnt have to be mine.

ladies, give birth already. i'm ancy for you.

i have a gorgeous evening planned.

i love my life. even if i don't know what i'm doing.

improv.

fake it til you make it?