i was a lover

i've picked up a bad habit. part of it involves eating way too much sugar. knowing the way i work, i should be crashing so hard right now. but i've eaten pretty much sugar only, all day. gross. it started with a cookie bought for me at work. brownies, chocolate, rockets, chips, and cinnamon toast crunch were involved by the end of today.
i've decided a few things i'm stopping/re-starting. no more smoking cigarettes (though i really don't smoke, it's maybe 2-3 times a month), but i still just shouldn't. and i've also decided to drink the way i used to drink (again, not like i'm going gung-ho or anything right now), which pretty much means i drink about once a month, if that. it's not a rule or anything, and even if it was i made it so i can break it, i just think it's a healthier way for myself to be. i will drink when i feel like it, which is usually not often.

along with a bad habit and sugar highs, i've also picked up hot pink nail polish. sweet.

i really miss not having a camera. i've wanted to do a lost mitten photo project forever. i see so many of them. mittens get lonely on their own. when i was younger i believed everything had feelings, even cereal. i would bite into my cheerios two at a time so they could die together. and if i ever accidentally swallowed a cheerio whole, i would swallow another one to keep it company in my stomach. i like how kids minds work, we're so strange.