what i wore, bought, ate and drank

I had this brilliant dumb idea that I would start a new blog on tumblr. This blog would be called What I wore, bought, ate and drank. This blog would be dedicated to my favorite hobbies; clothes, shopping, food and drinking beer. The concept of the blog would be a little more focused unlike this blog where I post about food, angry rants and the occasional self-loathing rant. I managed to publish one post on tumblr which took several attempts. I tried to do another post and I have decided I cannot continue to use tumblr because my posts won't get published for some strange reason. I suspect tumblr is being overloaded by teenagers reposting videos of cats doing human things (like playing the piano or pooping in public) or guys getting hit in the groin.

Instead, I will just continue to manage one blog (which is much easier anyway) and create a new tag titled What I wore, bought, ate and drank (which I will refer to in real life as W.I.W.B.A.A.D because it is so much easier to say 7 letters out loud instead of saying one short sentence).

What I wore:

Blush Burgundy loose top, Target tanktop under the blouse, H&M pleated shorts, Zara boots.

The best part about these shorts is that they don't ride up your crotch, therefore, you avoid camel toe. I liked these shorts so much I bought three pairs and I stood in line at H&M for 45 minutes which is something I don't normally do and will never do again. Never.

What I bought:
A Honeywell space heater and a carbon monoxide detector. I have this dilemma: I turn on my heater but I don't feel like it is pumping out warm air. I haven't set the thermostat to high because I am afraid of a very expensive bill, so, I have spent the last two nights sleepless and shivering under the blanket. Also, as of today I am a little more convinced that my heater might be broken so it is just pumping out carbon monoxide slowly poisoning my brain.

What I ate: 

Split Pea soup made from a bag of dry soup ingredients from Sierra Soups. It was comforting, delicious, and super healthy. I should add that not photographed is a giant bag of chips. When if there is a book written about me, there will be an entire chapter dedicated to my love and addiction to potato chips. Someone once told me there are worst things I could be addicted to like heroin. Chips would still kill me slowly and painfully via heart disease but heroin can kill me in an instant. So, it's a toss up. 

And you already know what I drank.