Hey, it’s okay…

Do you read Glamour Magazine?  No?  That’s okay, me neither since whoever was previously paying for my subscription stopped and now I keep getting “Final Notices” in the mail telling me I better pay up.  Anyways, back was I was receiving Glamour from some anonymous admirer, I used to always flip straight to the “Hey, it’s okay…” section, aka the only section that matters.  Who needs to read an interview with Lady Gaga anyways?

For some reason my entire day’s thoughts were structured in the same way as my favorite Glamour section. 

Allow me to elaborate.

Hey it’s okay…

To walk around Whole Foods for 20 minutes and leave with a single jar of peanut butter.

Get the goods, and get out.

To let your sister buy you lunch.

And to clean your plate.  Because Thai food is so worth feeling full.

To eat cookies in bed.

But only if you’re on your significant other’s side.

To not compare yourself to the guy you see running every.single.day.

He must be part Superman.

To match your food to your mood.

Waking up to snow = blue oatmeal.

And on that note…

To be slightly extremely annoyed that you feel like you have to walk around with an umbrella, a heavy jacket, sunglasses and flip flops everyday because Colorado weather is bi-polar in the Spring.

To be one of those kids who didn’t do well on the test for once in your life.

To humor your mom when she does things like this.

And says things like, “I have a brussel sprout ear.  You know, like some people have cauliflower ears!”

But only if she’s providing you with dinner.

Vegan mac and “cheese” with peas

And hey, it’s okay to have no  idea what you’re doing after you graduate college.  Or at least I keep telling myself so!

Happy F-f-f-friiiday!