October 14, 2012

Peace Corps and Pinterest, FML...

I have a love hate relationship with Pinterest.  

I love Pinterest because it gives me something to do when I have nothing to do.  I can imagine what my amazing wardrobe will be like when I get out of the Peace Corps and have a job where I can wear fabulous clothes, I can imagine that one day when I have a real kitchen I will in fact bake AMAZING homemade thin mints and other s**t people bake, I can look at endless pictures of dogs, and I can look at shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes! a s**tload of fabulous FABULOUS SHOES!

I hate Pinterest because it is a constant reminder of what I can't have as a Peace Corps Morocco volunteer and it drives me temporarily BAT S**T CRAZY.

For example, when I see this I am like:

OMFG THIS S**T IS CRAZY! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. LOOK AT THAT SYRUP AND BUTTER AND POWDERED SUGAR!  Holy s**t THERE IS A PUMPKIN! A F**KING PUMPKIN! AND PANCAKES!


OMFG look at those LAYERS!  Effortless, F**KING EFFORTLESS!  Why can't I look THAT EFFORTLESS! I WANT TO WEAR LAYERS BUT IT IS TOO DAMN HOT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! FML! (rolling around on the floor, about ready to cry)

(lifts self off floor) OMFG she looks SO F**KING COOL! FML! I WILL NEVER LOOK THAT COOL!  Oh, and her hair, HER HAIR! JUST LOOK AT HER F**KING HAIR! HOW DOES SHE DO IT!?!?  AND she is so skinny! HOW DOES SHE DO IT?! You know how she does it Cia? she doesn't eat bread EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF EVERY SINGLE DAY! BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T LIVE IN MOROCCO! She can look that good because SHE DOESN'T LIVE IN MOROCCO!

OMFG! (pacing around my bedroom pulling out my hair in a total FREAK OUT) Peanut butter, chocolate, and marshmallow...PEANUT F**KING BUTTER, CHOCOLATE, AND MARSHMALLOW! THAT LOOKS F**KING delicious DELICIOUS! I WANT TO EAT THAT NOW!!! RIGHT THE F**KING NOW! F**K BEING SKINNY!

(hyperventilating) 

(I think I just passed out...regain consciousness) OMFG gold sparkly flats! GOLD SPARKLY FLATS! I F**KING LOOOOVVVVEEEEE GOLD SPARKLY FLATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omfg, OMFG! 

OMFG! (head hits floor, and I'm out)



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