does anyone know what’s the actual cut-off day for when you can’t pass off feelings of nausea and slow reaction times to “jet lag”?
‘cause i’ve definitely had slow reaction times and faulty decision making, such as…
…probably wearing this sweater more than any other piece of clothing in my closet. even if i’m wearing an otherwise cute outfit, i almost always slip this sweater over it (i’m one of those freakish floridians that is always cold. yes, even in summer). which is funny because i only bought this sweater when i was freezing my buns off (i’m all for using anatomically correct terms) and bought it randomly at a thrift store on the way to a rehearsal at a theatre i was performing at. and you can guess what season it was.
…getting on my roof again for some prime outfit photo-taking. probably risking my life and dignity and my lady parts being seen by all of the senior citizens that live in my neighborhood. then again, they might have been watching jeopardy! while this photo was being taken, so i might be off the hook.
…not really knowing when i last washed my hair when this photo was taken. (don’t judge me, judge frontier airlines for my jet lag). thank you, target beanie, for helping me pull of that disheveled man-is-it-bad-if-i-febreze-my-hair? look.
…you didn’t hear that from me.
…considering just eating pretzels and hummus for the rest of my days.
…on my roof. just taking pictures of myself in outfits. can i get a degree in that?
i am mackenzie, earning a degree in hummus consumption, outfit pictures, poetry and quotation appreciation. with a minor in perpetual jetlag.