Remember when you were little and you couldn't sleep the night before your birthday because you couldn't wait to wake up the next morning?!? Well last night I couldn't sleep because I didn't want to wake up today and be 25 years old.
I was so hung over all day Sunday because I'm too old to drink like I'm in college and I definitely tried to drink like I was in college on Saturday. Reality check...I'm not 21, I can't take shots of vegas bombs followed by irish car bombs followed by shots of rumpleminze followed by who the hell knows what else until I black out and my BFFs carry me home. Instead I black out and wake up in my dress, tights, and contacts still in wishing that someone would just put a bullet threw my head and kill me already. Seriously, I wanted to die on multiple occasions Sunday. I thought it would be easier than suffering through the pain and dry heaves that were happening until 10 pm.
WTF!? I hate growing up. Where is Peter Pan when you need him?! I want to be young forever!
Side note, Vinnie sent presents to my work today...beautiful flowers, a little teddy bear, and chocolate. That man really does know the way to my heart. The good thing about being a grown up and having grown up birthdays is that you no longer get shitty jewelry from K-Mart and hair scrunchies from Claires. You get real gifts like roses and a crock pot. Yes, I did get a crock pot for my birthday.
Alright, but seriously thanks to everyone who wished this old geezer a happy birthday! It's all downhill from here, right?!
:)
XO. Tarah (the old lady who lived in the shoe)
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