Just kidding. I’m about to bust outta this joint and leave for a week of vacation. Holla ninjas! Goodbye tumblarity. It was cool to see you raise from a 4 to a 5 this past week.
I’m a hypocrite. So I live vicariously through others. This goes back to me being sure that I would appear to be the better child if I had a brother or sister. Minus the whole always being wastey faced thing. Plus I cuss too much and I don’t technically have feelings, but on the positive side of things: I’m very nice, I always smell good, and I am a pseudo-intellectual. I’m also cool as shit, so there’s that.
If I must be girly, I choose purple.
Because of-fucking-course it is. What in the hell else would it be if it wasn’t what it was? You are just talking to hear yourself talk. Shut up.
I only want to see your dress and judge your center pieces and confirm that there will be a mint julep fountain.
I’m frugal, I RSVP to shit, I send money in cards to cousins turning seven or graduating from something, I have scheduled laundry and cleaning days, I am less awkward around small children, I am respectfully punctual, I’m developing a filter between my brain and my mouth, and I don’t really feel too much like a giant bag of douche if I stay home on an occasional Friday night (so long as I get blackout drunk the following Saturday, of course).
I feel like in 2019, it will be like looking back on tight-rolled jeans and we’ll say, “Shit, did we really think that was flattering and cool? We are lame.”