Oy vey.

In between being diagnosed with a sinus infection [by my dentist, of all people], going to the Adele concert, having my friends hate my guts, words and God knows what else, watching an entire 3 seasons of Gilmore Girls in a little over 2 weeks, getting 35+ mosquito and [what I can only assume must be] black fly bites while attending my first cottage weekend of the year, trying yoga, hating yoga, deciding that cardio dance videos are much better than yoga, and legitimately being offered an adorable little puppy by the woman I buy my pirated DVD’s from in Chinatown, I haven’t had much time to breathe. 

Let alone sew another set of hair extensions my horse-tail of a head has been desperately begging me for.

In terms of where I thought I’d be, this summer has taken a fairly drastic 180. I’m not sure if it was because I was a bad friend last year, if I had no friends last year or because I’m an extremely self-centered person but I don’t remember having to celebrate so many birthdays in such a short time-frame. I also don’t remember ever spending an hour walking home from a bar absolutely wasted, wearing a fur vest and sunglasses, after doing Jager Bombs with friendly strangers.

But that’s the thing about my memory… I’m not a fucking elephant.

In less than 2 weeks I will be starting a new job (AHHHH!!!). In less than a month I will be celebrating a 2 year anniversaire that I couldn’t have seen coming if it had smacked me in the face. Even after I read about this incredibly false-sounding psychological study that says if a crush lasts longer than 4 months, that means it’s love.

Although that would explain why all of my previous relationships lasted to almost exactly the 3 month mark before I exploded with boredom and began planning my next relationship with yet another unsuspecting victim.

Terrifying fake statistic either way.

In recent weeks I’ve purged my Facebook friends list to include only people I wouldn’t feel awkward about wishing happy birthday to, made some new Facebook and real life friends, gave a second chance I actually feel really good about, made mature decisions about my career, love and ever-changing friendships and, although this could be attested to the recent spike in temperature, have decided to start feeling good about myself. 

But not in a bikini just yet.

I sold 2 (almost 3) dresses on Kijiji. I was chased a block and a half by a man who pretty much only wanted to make fun of me for taking a really long time to cross the street. I decided to change antiperspirants. I prank called someone at 3 in the morning on a Wednesday night by myself, because I felt like it and I couldn’t sleep. I stayed out until 2 in the morning twice in less than 5 days. I had a really unexpected but extremely good conversation with an ex-girlfriend that may have given me some of my sanity back. And although not entirely [let’s face it, I’m never going to stop putting in my weave, people - not even at the cottage], I am learning to be a lot less high-maintenance and a lot more beach-baby.

Because someone once told me how much they love my sun-induced freckles. And it was really nice to hear…

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX pink♡crush