Sometimes I wish I was an anonymous blogger. Sometimes I just want to write about the boy I may or may not have a crush on, the girl(s) who get(s) on my nerves, or my roommate and his cats. But I can't. And it gets a little annoying.
I want to write freely about the frustrations of dating like Lilly, one of my favorite bloggers, does over at A Pre-Life Crisis. I want to write about the awkwardness of dating/life like another favorite blogger does at Awkward Sex and the City. But I can't. Any guy who dates me and therefore adds me as a friend on Facebook or follows me on Twitter is redirected right here.
Welcome, you. Our date was fun. Or not. Whatever. You won't be reading anything about it here.
It is what it is. And Faye'sbook just sounds so much better than Anony-book.
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Do you ever have those days (usually after a night out) when you repeatedly stop and think about the night before and then do something like this:
I have those a lot. Hence the header picture of my blog. I'm having one today.
Last night was YPO at the Burgundy Room. Conveniently, where that photo was taken. I was going to have one glass of wine and stay out for two hours. That would put me getting home at 9. My worst nights are always when I set goals like that. For instance, a couple weeks ago, the plan was to have dinner, a few drinks, and stay out until 10. I got kicked out of the bar and woke up in a strange place with bruises on my knees from falling down so much. Oops. So, last night. After my one glass of wine, I was feeling a little awkward so I decided to have a beer. And then another. And then another. And then I bought my ex boyfriend one. And myself. And then I had another. And then another. I think you see where I'm going with this.
I said things I probably shouldn't have said. I sent text messages that should not have been sent. I carried on an hour long text conversation with someone thinking it was someone else with the same first name. I stayed out later than I should have. But my biggest regret? Biggest biggest biggest regret...I got a hotdog from the hotdog stand. I only ate half of it before I realized what I was doing and threw it on the ground. Thankfully.
Side Note: When I was in college, this was my blog's header picture.
These nights are fun while they last. But they always lead to "those days".
My entire college experience was one of these nights. And every day since has been one of those days. Does that ever change? I hope so. Soon, please.
It's Valentine's Day, if you didn't know. Most of you are probably expecting a smart-assy, cynical post about how Valentine's Day is dumb (a.k.a. I don't have a Valentine on this Valentine's Day) but you're not getting one. I don't have a Valentine this year, but I still appreciate the day and what it stands for.
And my friends, this is love. And I have decided that I won't settle until I feel like this. Giddy, joyful, deeply, truly in love. These two are absolutely perfect.