Mother fucking High School reunion is in November and I really don’t want to go. I am semi being forced by my two best friends, one of which is happily married and the other recently got her second Master’s Degree. I’m gonna be drunk showing pictures of my dog.
So the reason I bring this up is because we just found out it was relocated to a more swanky location. Now, despite the fact that I don’t really care to go doesn’t mean I won’t starve my ass between now and then and spend an ungodly amount of money on a dress that’ll make me feel just a tad bit better about myself. Yes, I am single but have you seen my dress?!
Blegh. I’m forcing myself to consume kale and even the littlest bit just grosses me out.
So I’m sick. My ear is clogged, my throat is raw, my head is pounding and I’m nauseous. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!