(Source: acidics)
“Is this a necessity?”
“It’s a Monday in Jan.” - the title and email I just received from my boss.
I’d like to reply: yes, this is a necessity, it’s my 31st birthday and I’d like to not spend it in this office from 8:30am to 7 pm. I’d like to spend it with my friend, Katie who is visiting from NYC. I’d like to spend it getting all the free birthday sundaes, and coffees, and pretzels, and yoga sessions you get on my birthday.
I’d like to spend it sleeping in til 8am, buying myself flowers, and taking myself to breakfast. And no, 31 is not the end of the world, but you know what? I’m single, everyone close to me is forming relationships, I don’t have a career when it seems that everyone has got that figured out, I live alone with a cat, and I eat peanut butter out if the jar..
And sometimes I don’t even use a spoon! I just stick them slender phalanges of mine right on the jar.
I’ve got 20 days to hope that 31 will break the curse of bad birthdays. Derp city.
why did you let me go? someone please euthanize me.
(Source: justspitmeout)
