what time?

its official. i have zero time for myself anymore.  seems like as the days/weeks go by i get busier and busier and before you know it ill be staying up for 23 hours straight just to get everything done!

with a full time job consuming 8 hours of my day; a total of an hour commute to get to and from said full time job; spending an appropriate amount of time with my new found boyfriend (yes i said boyfriend. i know you've just had a heart attack. as did i when i said it for the first time this past weekend); taking care of my kitty and megan's pup when she's out of town and squeezing in my friends every chance i get; i have lost complete control.

i am sleeping on top of clean clothes (piled on my bed, of course), walking on top of dirty ones (piled on my floor) and living out of my vera bradley luggage. i havent done laundry in approximately 3 weeks. i have resorted to buying new clothes when i go to D's house so that i dont have to stress about packing outfits for an entire weekend (thank God for an adorable boutique downstairs from his condo!). i have rationed myself down to one towel after i shower, instead of my normal 2 (hair & body) so that i dont run out before i get a chance to wash some. i havent been to the gym in 3 weeks, and my stomach and thighs are living proof of that. my hair hasn't seen a curling iron in over a month, because when i get up in the mornings i am too exhausted to care. i have been out of my favorite face powder for days but havent had time to go by the mall. poor violet has spent so many nights alone in the recent weeks that she is starting to feel abandoned.

last night was spent running around like a headless chicken trying to get birthday gifts together, tonight i have the boyfriend's birthday dinner, tomorrow will be spent getting a spray tan and my nails done, and friday i have the boyfriends birthday celebration (youd think he was a 24 year old girl instead of a 33 year old man). 

saturday will be spent reminiscing St Patricks Day 2k9 in Savannah. the time of my life with all of my best friends from college. OLAY OLAYYY OLAY OLAYYYY. i miss you all terribly and wish we were roaming river street making friends and making out. id give anything to be in a cheap hotel room filled with 7 people and cold water showers.  just call me mr. leprachaun, i can make your sham rock.