two coats of NYC Black Lace with Seche
Hello, black. It's been a while.
My weekend went really quickly. Like, crazy quickly. On Saturday I went to Target for grocery shopping and immediately regretted the seven-block walk because it was really hot. Then I had to carry a backpack full of La Croix (among other things) back because I NEED IT. Yesterday I went to see The Bling Ring and then hit up the Anthro summer sale. Last week I was telling a co-worker about my weekend and she said something like, "I'm really impressed at how much you do by yourself." I was like, "I do literally everything by myself." Guys, I'm so lonely. I hate going to the movies by myself. Something tells me that Ben wouldn't have wanted to see The Bling Ring, though. I also finished The West Wing, which I've been working on watching since January. I know I'm like a million years late to the party on that one, but it was great. So great.
Oh hey, also my debit card number was stolen for the second time since I moved to New York. After a while at my bank, an even longer while on hold on the phone with customer service at my bank, and then a jolly visit to a police precinct I think it's straightened out (maybe?). The person who stole it gave themselves away by spending like $60 at a barbecue place last Thursday night. Thankfully my bank was on top of their shit and was like, I don't even think Stephanie likes barbecue. At least I like to think that that's what transpired before my card was deactivated. So, that was fun.
The bright side is that I only have 40 hours at work and five hours in the gym until I get to go home for another visit. My last visit. Let the joy-jumping commence.