The other night I got to talk and catch up with a good girlfriend of mine and of course everything with a vagina’s favorite topic came up:
More specifically, the lack there of–or at least in the case of anything serious.
Listening to my friend’s current situation brought up the main underlining conclusion: IT IS NEVER THE ONE THAT YOU WANT. Sure, on TV and in movies, the girl always gets the guy but in real life–shit goes down further than a hoodrat at a Twerk Nation Convention.
No matter what, it’s always going to be something.
And by “it”, I mean me and by “pour”, I mean vodka.
Coming back from vacation is the worst. Once you’re in the groove of things, it’s fine, but then you go on vacation for a few days and get spoiled. By the time it’s time to come to the real world, you don’t’ know where to begin to cope with yourself. Especially when you actually went somewhere and now it’s back to the town of everything else you know like:
Unpacking and the 1,000 articles of clothing that make up the rest laundry.
Making your own dinner again.
Can I just say the only true upside to all of this Paula Deen mess is that now all of her
racist pots and pans will now go on clearance and I can finally collect.
Hello hello!! It’s that time again for another installment of things that I just can’t get enough of, starting with:
After weeks of planning and scraping up my trinkets to go somewhere for my big day, I’d decided to pack up and head down to the land of fun, awesome friends, hot boys, good food and boozery. Otherwise known as Austin, TX.
Seeing as I haven’t been ANYWHERE in almost three years, this trip was long overdue and celebrations were in order.
Me by the end of the night.