(a little bit of) summer.

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. 

and yes.

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.