Today marks the first day in a month that I can breathe through my nose.
Yes, seasonal allergies have made a mockery of my enthusiasm but I will prevail with a giant fucking cocktail of drugs.
(I immaturely think cocktail is a hilarious word, as is any word with cock in it.)
Also, I somehow won over my coworkers after convincing one of them to throw a party.
Which I wore a gold glitter hair bow to.
People kept telling me how witty and hilarious I was.
(Which means my usual brand of awkward pithy diatribe finally succeeded.)
Obviously I am keeping those people around.
And now everybody wants a piece of this action.
Not the worst problem to have.
Did I mention that I drank at a mad man pace the whole night?
Including attending a pre-party party.
I drank an entire case of beer. And some vodka. And other unmentionable things.
I believe nothing is sexier than a woman who can hold her liquor.
A woman who is a lush? Debatable.
So yeah, I'm applying to psych grad school.
I hope their expectations aren't too high where I'm applying as I am thoroughly underwhelming on paper.
Probably in person too, I haven't decided.
But yeah, planning for one's future = fucking hard.
I need someone to yell at me to get me to do this.
WHERE IS MY ATTORNEY?
#36 - Just throw unopened mail into a big box with all your important papers in it and forget about them. Paying bills on time is overrated.
