Second, I was supposed to get married this year and now I could not be FURTHER from marriage. And even though I'm cool with this, it means this eery "I'm supposed to be a wifey" feeling will linger over me.... probably all year.
Third, I'm going to be 26. That's one year older than 25. And PS - I had a freaking quarter-life crisis last year around my bday. Remember this? 26 is only going to make me feel older. And make me continue to think about #2.
Fourth, I am apx 12 lbs heavier than I was 12 years ago. This is a problem - I'm expanding and I'm not a fan.
Fifth, remember how cool Real World was 12 years ago?
How cool is it now? That's right - It's not.
Sixth, I made a goal to pay off half my debt this year. Get excited for a bitchy, busy, over worked, no spending money, Elle Woods. She's not cute.
Seventh, Nancy Drew is beating me to the marriage finish line. Again, back to #2.
Eighth, another throw back to 12 years ago: Gas was only $1.50 a gallon. Man how that would help me accomplish $6!!!
Ninth, it is officially sinking in that getting up and going to work everyday at 8am (or 9am.....) is going to happen EVERY DAY for the REST OF MY LIFE. There is no such thing as summer vacations, a late shift, a random Wednesday off.... waahhhhh!!!!
Tenth, a positive for this year - 12 is my favorite number! (This dates back to Pop Warner Football Days when the hot little QB was wearing #12) <--now I feel like a pedophile.
Eleventh, it's voting time again! Which means more chatter about nonsense social matters that don't NEARLY matter as much as the big issues no one is smart enough to discuss. #moronswhotalkoutoftheirass
Twelfth, oh yeah - the world ends this year, bitches. Say your prayers.
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