Well, kids, this is it.
I love birthday parties.
In a mere ten hours, I will…
officially…
despite kicking and screaming…
without a final doubt…
turn 26.
OMFG.
Will the crises continue? Will I still find myself angsting about the meaning of life whist eating Food Town-brand rice cakes for dinner? Or will I wake up tomorrow morning in a room full of unicorns and rainbows, fancy-free and wreathed with daisies, singing aloud that I finally get it, all questions are answered, case closed?
Time will tell, my friends. Only time will tell.
But considering I’ve wrapped up all celebratory drinking at this point, the unicorns might be a bit of a stretch.
will you have to change the name? Will everything just work out and then you’ll randomly claim love then marriage and a piece of property in 26
What a mug…