Filed under: Hyperbole
Happy 28th Birthday to me!
So, I go out last night. First I demanded that Jamie take me to IHOP for dinner. Then we went to the Friendly Lounge for drinks, and met up with some other friends. I played “The Safety Dance” on the jukebox because I could. There was another party that involved boys duct-taping their cans of beer together until they formed Wizard Staffs and drinking out of them. I somehow managed to get naked before falling asleep.
I got home at maybe 3 PM today. It wasn’t until around 7 that I remembered that I’d made myself a huge bowl of pasta and put it in the fridge yesterday so that it would be waiting there for me today in my time of hungover need. A bowl of pasta, a Coke, and a deli box of Swedish Fish, like I was my own mom except hahaha, SODA AND CANDY.
I’m a literalist. The concept of self love has always confused me because it seems to lack a practical course of action. Somewhere between yesterday and today, though, I think I finally got it.