Tequila is like my one true love. It makes me the life of any party...because I've only ever drank (drunken...?) it in public situations. I drank quite a bit of it tonight thinking it would brighten my day.
Turns out, tequila makes me really sad when I'm by myself. Like, turn up the sad playlist, sing loudly and relish in my woes.
Maybe wallow in my woes is more accurate.
Realizations of the evening:
1. I have a furry child...and it's probably the only child I'm ever going to have (it's ok, I love you, Massimo).
2. I am apparently unbearable after two dates. I will forever be a two date person. (I'm going to write a whole damn entry on this).
3. I have a green thumb...
4. Until the plants I planted today die in three weeks...as they are wont to do around me.
5. My butt starts to hurt after sitting on the floor for several hours.
6. I still hate doing laundry.
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