walking to the liquor store

It was such a beautiful day in Chicago today, that I felt the need to wear shorts. Oh shorts, what a glorious thing. But I only own, like, one pair. I found them, put them on, and proceeded to walk outside...Now, it's been about six months since I wore them, and damn gurl, I don't mean to brag, but I've lost some serious weight...I put my phone in my back pocket when I walked outside and almost had a mooning incident...My neighborhood would have loved that...But my point is that I need new clothes...

My OTHER point is that while walking to the liquor store (cuz I'm a classy bitch) I was reminded of the last time I bought vodka and ice. And that was during my horrendous break up with my last boyfriend. When he told me on our walk that he didn't want to be with me anymore, I stopped in the 7-Eleven to buy ice, and he had asked me, "What are you buying here?" and I said, "Ice." And he asked me why and I told him, "You know that I don't fuck around with homemade ice."

And that's where I like to remember my last relationship ending. Nothing after that. Just me saying, "You know I don't fuck around with homemade ice."

Anyway. Liquor store. Yeeeeeaaaahhhhh.