sometimes...

Oh heeeey! Hey Reader. Look at you, looking all... like the way you look. Okay, so I just woke up from a nap and when I woke up I was like "whoa, I need to take a nap."

I woke up basically feeling more exhausted than I did before I laid to nap and dream of Pizza Rolls. Oh yeah, I've been obsessed with Pizza Rolls lately.

Sometimes... I get fiercely grumpy when I am tired and/or hungry. Correction: this isn't sometimes, this is every time.

Sometimes... I think it feels good to cry.

Sometimes... I act like I have everything figured out when really I have no idea what I'm doing with my life... or what I want to do with my life.

Sometimes.... I crave cups and cups and cups and cups of ice. And more cups.

Sometimes... My head is just so full with my messy and scattered thoughts that I mentally wear myself out and feel mentally fatigued. Note to self: find the off switch!!! find it now!!

Sometimes... I look at older people and try to imagine what they looked like at my age and sometimes I feel like I imagine it 100% correct.

Sometimes... I love to just think about how weird and different every single person is.  I LOVE it.

Sometimes... The uncertainty of a situation bothers me more than the actual situation. Actually, uncertainty in general makes me unhappy and gives me anxiety. 

sometimes.

Sometimes I eat snacks while preparing dinner. Because you need appetizers at home too!

Sometimes I make threats to leave my bowling ball at the ally when I bowl a pathetic game. One of these times...

Sometimes I act like my sister when somebody mistakes me for her. They have no idea either.

Sometimes I wish going from brunette to blond wasn't such a hassle.

Sometimes I contemplate making this blog private just for me.

Sometimes I feel robbed of Christmas spirit when I think that I didn't have one sip of egg nog. I don't care if you don't like egg nog, that just means more for meee!!

Sometimes I wish I had a little sister.

Sometimes I wish I was a synchronized swimmer. Oh yeah.

sometimes.

Sometimes I think Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Then I remember that Monday always comes after it as well as the rest of the week and then the idea of Sunday makes me frown.

Sometimes I go Smiths three times in a day because I fail to make lists and I forget more than half the things I need. Or sometimes I'm just craving a Cherry Coke.

Sometimes I tell people my name is Nikki because I don't feel like spelling Kaleena and pronouncing it at least three times.

Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade.

Sometimes I talk to myself more than other people.


Sometimes I cry when I see a dog roaming the streets without a collar on.

Sometimes I watch more episodes of Cops than I should.

Sometimes when I'm on Webmd.com I think I am suffering from every symptom I'm reading.


Sometimes I wake up in the morning craving KFC chicken.