Go, Go, Go

(please, disregard the split ends. really.)

Yesterday was go, go, go,

from the second I dragged myself out of bed at 5:45am.

No, really, I rolled to the side of my bed,

stuck a foot out, and then slowly just let

gravity take its course - it pulled me down little by little,

and I tried to resist, I did, but I'm no real competitor before the sun's up-

and so I sadly admitted defeat.

After I finished up some computer science coding,

I got dressed in not-enough-clothing

(I'm sorry I forget that 6am = cold),

and treated myself to hot cocoa and chocolate cinnamon bread from the 'bucks.

And then I spent the rest of the morning being a (pretend) grown up

at a social media conference that the magazine I work at hosted.

I heard some valuable words of advice and insight

from leaders of the industry, including those from

Facebook, Google, LinkedIn, Youtube, and Twitter.

Side note: those in the social media industry

are so young and so well dressed.

It was a walking, breathing J.Crew/Madewell/Anthropologie/Urban Outfitters catalog.

I may or may not have spent the first two hours taking

sneaky pics of heels and purses and turbans and jewel-tone skirts,

and texting them to all my friends w/:

WHY DON'T I HAVE THIS. WHY.

They stopped replying after the eighteenth picture w/ the same message.

That's enough blabbering for the day.

Cheers!

(Go, go, go time ended in the afternoon

when I took the most luxurious three-hour nap,

and then proceeded to watch all of the TV episodes

I had missed this week. The Life. #THELIFE.)