the past week has felt like an odd game of telephone. every time i think i know what's going on, someone says that's not what was said. actually they don't say that's not what was said, they just say something slightly different. it's like we're all on the same page, but reading from a different paragraph. i think we've just about got it sorted out, but well you never can tell.
all i know is that's making me frustrated. i hate it when things are difficult when they clearly don't need to be.
in other news, the shopstyle team apparently had a huge success last night. they're a rocking team, so i'm glad to hear the whole event went down as planned! randall even represented by stealing my stolen hat. go team shopstyle!
ps. this is what randall thinks i'm like when i get home talking about work he doesn't care about. also, he had my dinner held hostage on the grill and homegirl here was hungry. and talking about herself as a homegirl in third person. obviously.