- Going straight from Vagina-Therapy to the salon for a brazillion wax – talk about sending the poor girl mixed signals!
- Immediately walking away from your wax over to the tanning salon for a spray tan session – yep, I did that.
- Letting yourself fall in love with a man who you know has just had his heart ripped out of his chest - and yes, I do own the choices I made in this.
- Waiting until just hours before your flight leaves to start packing for a 10 day vacation.
- Booking a seat on the red-eye, while knowing that you have never in your life been able to sleep on a plane.
- Catching yourself window shopping for sperm online – even though you’ve sworn up and down that you’re done trying.
- Boiling down an entire batch of stinky bug tea before remembering that you won’t even be around to drink it.
- Diligintly putting together 30 different bags of supplements (for morning, noon, and night pill times) before thinking to yourself that maybe – just maybe – you could survive 10 days without all the pill popping.
- Trying to talk yourself out of packing the “just in case” stash of pain pills – even though you still remember vividly what happened last time.
- Letting yourself believe the horoscope that told you a pregnancy is in your immediate future.
- Getting your feelings hurt by negative strangers on the internet who thrive of off lashing out at someone they've never actually met and who obviously don’t really know you at all.
- Buying just the first book in The Uglies series, when you know damn well you’ll be done with it by your layover in Portland and desperately jonesing for more.
- Dressing in sweats and a hoodie for a flight that will ultimately land you in 100+ degree weather.
- Wasting time away on the computer when seriously – why aren’t you packing dumbass?
- Calling yourself a dumbass. On your own blog. Like a total dumbass.
