On our way back from Vegas we got hit by a drunk driver and Taylor's car was totaled (we spun across lanes of traffic and hit the barrier and ended up backwards it was very dramatic) but we were both fine.
So he and I have been sharing a car for the past month until he gets a new one.
its been really hectic because our schedules overlap so a couple days a week he has to drop me off a few hours early to work luckily the Provo library is just across the street so I just hang out over there until work starts.
Isn't it an awesome building!
I love exploring its so quiet and I feel like im not allowed to just wander about, so I feel quite rebellious. I also feel like I will stumble upon a portal to a magical land in Narnia-esque fashion
p.s. im obsessed with the stain glass window.
It's been freezing cold and for some reason I thought it was a good idea to wear shorts. Genius.
here is my cute little boutique right across the street!
Also on a side note, Taylor was 30 min late picking me up and I was locked out of the building so I went to 7/11 he wouldn't answer his phone or text me back. I had no idea were he was so obviously I convinced myself he was dead, you know died in a plane crash, gang banged by some thugs, etc. I also came up with the scenario that the 7/11 was going to be held up and I was going to be shot in the face, but live and be horribly disfigured, left to live a life of solitude and sorrow (sense Taylor is dead).
Thankfully my BFFFE Taylor Killpack picked me up, and turns out the ass hole was just on a flight and decided to not tell me/ leave me stranded at 7/11 to be killed by thugs. But I wasn't mad at him because I was just so glad he was alive.
then all three of us went to Costco together and bought hummus and chocolate covered almonds.
