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Day 38: Marathon

These past few days have been like a marathon. Actually scratch that – I ran a marathon in October 2013 and found it enjoyable (call me crazy). These past few days have been like that time at my college track practice when I didn’t realize that my roommate borrowed my water bottle filled it with vodka and not water. I didn’t realize this until after a giant swig after doing 400 meter repeats.

Day 38

The past three nights I’ve worked past 7pm. For anyone who knows me understands that this severely encroaches on my 8:30pm bed time… which is not cool. I’m trying to tap into the whole “I’m-an-adult” thing and the “it’s-nice-to-pay-bills” mindset but right now I just want to be like “WEEKEND, COME AND GET ME.” So there’s that.

Today I tossed this outfit together because I’ve worn it before and I liked the way it looks. I’m trying to downplay that fact that this is technically a fall outfit and that L calls these pants my “nurse” pants. I made it to work (and worked late) and so I’m calling today a win.


Outfit Details
Top: J. Crew purchased from a second-hand board for $12 (similar, similar)
Bottom: ThredUp (The Limited) purchased one year ago for $20 (similar, similar)
Heels: J. Crew Factory purchased 3 years ago for $50 (exact)
Necklace: Rocksbox on loan retail $80 (similar, similar)

Day 25: Wubby?

Real talk: has anyone ever heard of a wubby? Apparently it’s short for “work-husband.” One of my best friends at work M is apparently my wubby. M and I started being friends because he works in collections (which is actually way cooler than it seems because his team is basically a group of frat brothers) and sits right near us. He went to school in Atlanta so he actually knows a few things about this city, but he’s from the north so he’s just as pretentious with seafood as I am.

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Day 24: Work-a-holic

Since L is out of town for business, I’ve decided to fall back into my work-a-holic ways. I think it all started back in high school. At the end of my freshman year, I suffered a loss. I threw myself into work because it was mindless and I was good at it. During high school, I worked 15 hour weeks at an ice cream store, while maintaining honor grades, and running varsity track. In college I needed to work to pay bills – at the height of my work craziness, I was working 45 hour weeks while maintaining a 4.0 with a full course load.

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Day 22: Power B!tch

This outfit makes me feel like a Power B!tch. About a month ago, I had a lively debate with a group of friends (half men and half women) about whether Power B!tch is a positive thing. It’s funny – all of the guys thought the term was derogatory and all the ladies were like “hell yeah, I’d love to be called a Power B!tch.”

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