Look At This Madness

I basically almost sliced my finger off while opening a can of olives. It has been bleeding on and off now for three days. Poor finger. I keep putting bandaids on but they always fall off, cheap things. But hey, at least the pizza that gave purpose to the olives turned out delicious. Don't worry though, it was 100% sauce, no blood in the night's recipe. The day after the olive incident I woke up feeling aimless and dare I say, depressed. I felt unsure of just about everything. I worked all day and decided to binge watch Mad Men (I work at a vintage shop that isn't too busy) and surprisingly made it through three episodes. Once the day was over going home seemed unappealing so I drove around Riverside for the next 20 minutes, arrived home and decided to run a mile. 9 minutes and 55 seconds. Can I just say THAT IS HORRIBLE. But then again, I ended up not getting the chance to eat all day, there was a major lack of sleep involved, and it was about ninety degrees outside. Ma

A new hair color, a cute french styled outfit complete with big square earnings and rich red lipstick can make for a content Paige. I don't dress to impress. I don't look nice for none other than myself (And the "bae") and boy does it feel good to feel good. I left the house feeling pretty satisfied with life. This content turned to feeling overjoyed because not only will it be 87 degrees today (compared to the 100 degrees it's been) which means its finally cooling down, but a nice gentleman told me I was very pretty. This simple compliment made me feel good about myself, coming from a complete stranger. Javier was his name, middle aged and interested in buying paint. Yes, people tell me I'm pretty all the time. The "special guy in my life," my mom, relatives, friends... and although it means a lot to me and I believe that they think as such, somehow I feel extra special when a stranger says it. Subconsciously I think its because people close to m

I'm sitting here at work messing with my Mac photo booth when two girls around my age walk in. Instantly my composure changes. I say my usual "hello, let me know if I can help you with anything" and stare into the soul of my laptop screen appearing to look busy. "How much is this night stand?" one of them asks. At this moment, I realized I have officially become socially awkward with fellow females of my age group. How do I interact with these strange creatures? Why do I feel like they are watching my every move? I walk over to check the front of the night stand when to my surprise I hit my head on the window. Ow. "theres a window there" I comment, trying my best to be "cool". I think it worked because they both laughed. The nightstand although in a set, could be sold separately for $85.00. Out of their price range apparently. I say sorry about that and awkwardly walk back to my safety zone at the counter when again, they ask about a price on