I survived. And I’m officially 28 years and two days old. Holy mother of god I’m in my late 20s.
But most importantly, I survived the drinking. The boys were plotting to get me drunk but all that came out of it was a hefty bill and a headache the next day. And I don’t want to drink for a longgggggg time. I never ever imagined that last line would come from me.
I had a good birthday though. I went out with X despite my hangover and I’m sorry to report I wasn’t quite myself. I blame the hangover, period. And he didn’t know it was my birthday hahaha.
But it’s ok. I mean, it’s not as if I’m the Queen or Cleopatra or Beyonce or anyone important. Plus, he baked me chouquettes. So sweet right. They were yums too FYI.
I had such a great time with him that day (no, it still does not involve sex). If he only knew.
Also, I got my first car last week! Have been really stressed about driving and parking that’s why you’ve not heard a squeak from me. I hope you treasured your respite because I’m coming back in full force.
Oh! L texted me on my birthday and he called me sweetie. I almost died and went to heaven. I know you probably call your dog or children sweetie but don’t you burst my bubble.
All in all, I’ve been having good days and I’m thankful for it. Before I turn into a sappy marshmallow, I need some sleep. Yes, my days would be perfect if I look less like a panda.