i had a bad day

surprisingly, i get bad days and today was one of them...it was surprisingly gloomy in LA...so i get up at 9ish this morning and my fiance gives me some bad news which i can't discuss...anyway, it basically ruins my mood...so he leaves for work at 11ish with me screaming at him...so basically, since i can't really give out details, it really just consists of someone bad mouthing me which i obviously have no issues with but this person also made up some lies about me which is what upsets and infuriates me because i can't even defend myself because it'd be my word against hers...yes...very gossip girl stuff except not really...

anyway, so when i get into a funk, i lose my appetite...which is actually a good thing...i love being skinny and the skinnier, the better...so lunch time rolls around and i'm like, i should prolly eat something....i go to my fridge and pull out my cheetos cheese puffs bag...i eat exactly ten cheese puffs and decide to sleep off my hunger...so i go take a nap for like two hours and wake up around 4ish...a gf of mine contacts me to go grab dinner with her...so i'm like, yeah..i should prolly get my ass up and do something...so i go wash my face and put on my sweats and not brush my hair...

my fiance calls me and tells me he has to stay out late cause he has to grab dinner with his work place...i'm like, yeah, sure, go ahead...i don't care to be around u tonite...btw...my fiance knows what he did or more like what he didn't do and why i'm in such a rage...honestly, i'm sure he's glad he had a company dinner to go to so he can avoid my anger...

so i go grab pho with my gf and instead of going directly home which i should have done, i ended up going shopping...which of course is always a fucking bad idea considering that i'm always broke...

so armed with my credit card, i hit the store and end up buying this super hot alice and olivia dress which i shouldn't have...surprisingly, i instantly felt better...i justify my transaction by telling myself that if i wear this dress to my bachelorette party next month, then it makes it okay...honestly, i know i shouldn't be shopping when i'm a recovering addict...

so when i'm at the register, i look at the sales lady and ask her what the return policy was...and i'm like, wtf happened to my life? the old Lo would never ask such a question...i would buy crap and know i would keep the item and now i have to think about it?

so anyway, i purchase the dress and go home and try it on with my high heels on and think to myself, wow, i look beautiful despite my coke bottles, uncombed hair, and big ears.

so yes, i feel slightly better...maybe enough so where i don't go completely nuts on my fiance for not defending my honor...anyway, i will spend the rest of this evening feeling sorry for myself....i know...woe is my life. xoxo.