Outdrink, outplay, outlast. With a hangover.

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.

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The hand that baked those chouquettes.

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.

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Happy birthday, me.

xoxoxoxo.

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