Being a Grown-Up BLOWS.

I mean, come on.

I feel like all of my friends are just having an AWESOME time.

My bestie just called me from Disneyland, where it's HOT, (don't even get me started on the f$#%$ing weather. It's like 4 outside. Where are we, Wisconsin? No.) And she's going to go drink Boddington's and eat yummy desserts later with another friend. This is AFTER the weekend where she made magic and squishing noises with her MF unicorn- the high school crush all other guys will have to measure up to.

My other best friend just got to take MOTHER FRIGGING TRAPEZE lessons- that is, in between her Beatles' rockband sessions and hours of surfing.

Other friends are travelling, getting engaged, starting school, moving, going out, having babies, throwing parties, etc. etc. etc. ad nauseum.

Wanna know what's going on with me?

I made pork chops last night.

and it was kind of a big deal.


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are you shitting me.

Now, the problem is- I'm TOTALLY excited for everyone participating in the proceedings of AWESOME.

however- past the happiness, there is a twinge of jealousy.
and it makes my cubicle feel even more prison-like than usual.

You guys had better watch out, because I may SERIOUSLY go base jumping or join the circus or drop out of life and move to New Zealand to tend bar to catch up on all of the excitement.

Then again, I got to have leftover pork chops- and they were downright tasty.