Today marks the first day in nearly 2 weeks that I haven't been a slave to my bed.
This whole flu/cold/sinus infection stuff is bullshit.
But I actually went running and worked out today, despite the cold.
Obviously, my vanity is my main motivator at this stage in my life.
As well it should be.
I am much too pretty to be this fat.
So in the next month, I'm trading in my loserdom for pseudo-loserdom in the following ways:
- Getting a car
- Moving into a new place with my sister
- Getting my Gonzo tattoo
- Finding out about grad school decisions
- Starting a photography business
- Taking various trips across the grand state of Texas
- Ruling at being editor of a book section of a magazine
I hope my future also involves new drugs and boyfriends, but I'd be cool with lots of booze and quiet admiration.
Also, I miss my friends like my left hand. PHANTOM FRIEND SYNDROME. I often turn to make a snarky comment only to realize my babes aren't there. :/
I even created a tumblr this past week, I was so bored. (Which you can check out here)
Creative but pathetic, I vow to change this state of loneliness immediately.
My birthday is next weekend and I have very little in the way of ideas for making it stupidly fun.
I would like to get ridiculously rowdy but I'm at a loss.
So far all I can come up with is:
- A cake with joints instead of candles
- Absinthe at a posh French restaurant
I'm taking suggestions, but no one has offered anything of the caliber I'm searching for.
#39 - Refuse to give the clerk your ID when carded for alcohol saying, "What? So you can stalk me? No way." Explain that to the manager.
