expectation: i do adorable things with a boy who asks me out on dates.
we see each other every day, and i say everything that's on my mind. he does, too.
reality: i fall asleep next to my cat.
and i'm still unhealthily obsessed with ashton kutcher.
expectation: megan settles still lives in utah. not east texas.
reality: we facetime during twilithons.
she tells us about her me-maw.
expectation: my job is wonderful, important, and i feel like i'm making a difference in the world,
touching people with the hand of my written word.
reality: i forget to tell people about the love loft rewards card, get scolded for it,
then i space out when debbie teaches me how to process returns.
also, i couldn't care less about retail fashion in general.
so most days end looking something similar to the above picture.
my hair is always that atrocious after a shift.
expectation: we'll be young, wild, and free forever.
reality: we won't.
expectation: my best friend in the whole entire world finally comes home on december 19, 2012.
reality: my best friend in the whole entire world finally comes home on december 19, 2012.
that last one just sort of makes everything else okay.