Month: December 2022

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Last Bath of 2022 (maybe??)

This feels weird and I don’t like it.

I’m heading out of town in two days and will be gone for the remainder of the year. It’s tonight and tomorrow left for potential bath time. And since you’re here, and I’m here, we all know I fit one in the schedule tonight. Could it be the last of 2022?

Tonight’s bath is just starting out. I didn’t make it hot enough as I’m not sweating, so will need to beef this temperature up soon.

The bubbles are bubblin’ and I’ve got a very heavy pour of wine, but no music. Just relaxation and the Christmas jams coming from the cars outside.

Will this be it for the year? Tomorrow will tell.

Tub Tracker Stats:

  • 5 mins in and a loooooong ways to go
  • Maybe swiping. Maybe not.
  • Maybe starting a new book. Maybe not.
  • Maybe just blissing out to the calmness

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Desperado Depresso

New memoir title? But here I am … in the tub .. depressed once again.

Feeling really down on myself with my job search this week. Letting those intrusive thoughts win. So here I am, two glasses of wine deep in the tub.

Hoping for a better end of week?? Hopefully?

Tub Stats

  • 45 mins but probably wrapping up
  • Box mac and cheese for dinner (in it’s entirety)
  • Two glasses of wine
  • No music
  • Just job post scrolling
  • No swiping

Dating, Tub Tracker

Twofer

Wrapping up another week with no job offer. Still going strong with those two companies but we shall see. Pretty sure the preppy one is going to ditch me. And after speaking with my therapist for an hour about them, I’m even more confused about what is best for my career. I’ve decided which one is the most fun / and my gut is leaning towards, but will people judge me because it’s a small company after leaving a massive conglomerate? Why do I even care???

So I took that confusing energy and responded immediately to a text from the British 28 year old who resurrected from Ghost Town. It was this past Sunday night, I was already tipsy at my apartment with friends, so it was the perfect scenario. He came over. Friends left. Zero effort fun.

But he did steal my panties. Now it could have been a mistake, but … they are gone. L. O. L. He’s leaving the US to go back to the UK full-time. Going away present?

Friday I attended a holiday party at a bar in my hood. I went full cute and everyone loved my Christmas tree skirt worn as a cape. So did a random bald and short king.

He lives a few blocks from my apartment in a VERY expensive and luxe apartment and building. Olympic-size lap pool, anyone? Let’s say the walk home the next morning was COMICAL as I was clutching my cape and homemade Christmas headband. I also had no sunglasses to hide my raccoon eyes. 😵‍💫

But it was, however, the start of SantaCon. But all the moms walking their babies and all the dudes carrying coffee with their girlfriends knew. They allllllll knew.

I think even the old man with the walker at my coffee shop.

Tub Stats

  • 45 mins and counting
  • Waiting out til White Lotus season finale
  • Chill music
  • Liquid IV. Def no wine or weed tonight
  • Swiping to get out of Small Fall