Congrats to everyone who's made it to the final finals of their academic career. Your mom is SO proud of you. Truly. And so is dad, because he can stop bankrolling you now. However, let's be clear. You are not the only person to ever graduate. Can we stop with all of the melodrama?
I have been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad blog reading / commenting friend lately. Today, that changes.
My Spotify playlists are out of control. The chaos is causing me a lot of anxiety. My #1 Very Important Goal this week is to wrangle those playlists into submission.
Sometimes, I just want to be the girl with the most cake.
Fat-bottomed girls really do make the rockin' world go 'round. (See also: above comment regarding cake)
Let's talk about kids for a minute, shall we? Teenagers, in particular. WHAT. THE. HELL. Do teenagers not have curfews anymore? Thursday night I worked Junior League Bargain Bash, so it was 11:30 before I got out of there. I was starving and decided Sonic, as a delightful purveyor of the tator tot, would be a good choice. Wrong. Teenagers. Everywhere. All over. Every single space was taken. They were walking around so that you could barely even drive through. Sitting in the back of trucks (that, by the way, were WAY too nice for some snot-nosed teenager to be driving), hanging around at the windows of neighboring cars. 11:30. On a Thursday. In April. Do kids not have class on Friday anymore? Do parents not care that their teenage child almost was almost taken out by a car (I will neither confirm nor deny that it would have been on purpose) in a Sonic parking lot when they should have been, oh, I don't know, at home?
What's on your mind today?