My plane leaves in exactly 6 weeks. Let's all take a minute to mark the occasion with a good old-fashioned, hyperventilating-in-the-corner panic attack.
Kidding.
I prefer to do my hyperventilating under a nice, sturdy object. Like a desk or table. Corners are for amatuers.
Anyhoo, wasn't I just complaining about how September is a tease and will never arrive? Yeah, well, I'm a complete idiot. A complete idiot who totally forgot Rule #1: Never wish away time. Ever.
We're already nearly almost halfway through August, people. I have a small mountain of client projects to finish up. I don't have a place to live, which doesn't matter at this point because my passport is still in New York anxiously awaiting its little visa stamp (Translation: I'm not going anywhere anytime soon). And then there's the question that keeps me up at night: How in the world am I going to fit my whole wardrobe into two suitcases?
Hyperventilating commencing in three....two...one...
UPDATED: Problem.Solved. (Special thanks to my friend, Diana, for being brilliant)
{Images via Luke's Diner}
Kidding.
I prefer to do my hyperventilating under a nice, sturdy object. Like a desk or table. Corners are for amatuers.
Anyhoo, wasn't I just complaining about how September is a tease and will never arrive? Yeah, well, I'm a complete idiot. A complete idiot who totally forgot Rule #1: Never wish away time. Ever.
We're already nearly almost halfway through August, people. I have a small mountain of client projects to finish up. I don't have a place to live, which doesn't matter at this point because my passport is still in New York anxiously awaiting its little visa stamp (Translation: I'm not going anywhere anytime soon). And then there's the question that keeps me up at night: How in the world am I going to fit my whole wardrobe into two suitcases?
Hyperventilating commencing in three....two...one...
UPDATED: Problem.Solved. (Special thanks to my friend, Diana, for being brilliant)
{Images via Luke's Diner}
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