that as I’m getting older, I get wiser, but I don’t think I ever get more responsible? I mean, I take responsibility for my actions. I’m not blaming anyone for them, but I think I’ve made more drunken mistakes in the last year than I did in my 21st year of life. Ugh.
Hmmm…
Drinking wine and watching movies by candlelight in my bathrobe. Grey skies and rain outside. Perfect.
Double whiskey. Cover letters.
Last night of living in my apartment alone before little sis moves in.
I should probably have a threesome or something. Go out with a bang.
I had a conversation with a friend last night that most hipster music isn’t sexy. We deem this one of the few that is hipstery and very very very sexy. The first time I listened to it all the way through I was in the office and was somewhat concerned that I might have an orgasm right in front of everyone around me.
The Chicago Transit Association has these ads up to remind you to report harassment, and that’s not very funny.
What is funny is how someone added that little ad to the bottom right corner of one of them (which I brightened so you could see it).
Now you’ve got this group of people looking very stern, as if to say, “We will not tolerate harassment of any kind.” Then that lady’s giggling in the corner going, “Tee hee, I might.”
There’s really nothing like having to take Plan B the same week you find out that two of your childhood friends got engaged that makes you start questioning the decisions you’ve made in life.
This reminds me so much of my life about five years ago, only the soundtrack is better.
