Not exact matches
Especially
over the holidays, I sank into an old habit of thinking that drinking more coffee /
diet Coke would solve all my exhaustion issues when really all I needed was a decent night's sleep and a gallon of what to feel better.
Today alone, I've spillt
diet coke on my jeans, my mineral powder on my cardigan, washing liquid on my jeans and just to top it all off, my cheeky v & t is now all
over my arm...
By this point all I had drunk was
diet coke, and yet I heard myself stumbling
over my words, and stuttering a bit.
I politely declined, grabbed my
diet coke, and went
over to introduce myself, launching straight into my tale of the drunken fake Challenger in the hallway before I'd even really properly introduced myself.
While we women are supposed to be
over here chained to a stair master, living on
diet coke and the odd Kleenex tissue for roughage, desperately trying to disappear.