As I reflect on this past year, I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or both at the same time. So much has happened over the last 12 months, I don’t even know where to start. New friends were made and old friends were reconnected with. Break-ups, make-ups, hook-ups. New houses and new jobs. Maybe a few too many drunken nights and definitely not enough sleep.
Today is Friday. Congratulations, you made it through the work week (if that so applies to you).
A Friday night can go one of three different ways for a single, twenty-something year old, class act woman such as myself.
“Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard.”
How many people can say that their dad started a riot at a Doors concert? I didn’t think I could either until my sister dropped that beautiful knowledge bomb on me. My dad was that much of a bad ass.
So. I have this problem.
I’m always trying to make fetch happen.
Even when people are telling me, “Brittany. Quit trying to make fetch happen. It’s not going to happen.”
“This one’s for the laaaaadies”
Although I like to keep an optimistic outlook on all things relationship related, I have to say I do have my moments where I feel like I could lead the “she-woman-man-haters” club. I used to think it was as simple as: men suck. Case & point. But then I started thinking, do they really? Or is it us? Are we [women] sometimes crazy psychos who almost [figuratively] resemble a child loving an animal too much? Essentially, a five year old hugging and squeezing her pet rabbit so hard that she kills it… too graphic?
the disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body.
How can one word, with one line of definition, cause such an incredible amount of destruction?
There comes a time in life when you feel like you have to have your life all figured out. You must have a “real” job. You must have a checking and a savings account and they both must have a substantial amount of money in them. You must have a perfect relationship. Is it Instagram-worthy? 100+ likes? If not, you might as well break up. You must eat kale and drink coconut water. You must be able to go to the gym and actually work out on a daily basis. You must have a nice ass and a flat stomach. Don’t forget about your boobs, apparently those are pretty important too. You must order a vodka soda as your drink of choice… and enjoy it.