Today I turned twenty two.
I really like this number, and I’m not quite sure why. I dont really have much to say about it being my birthday and all, because nothing too special happened.
I did go out last night, and even though it was fun in the moment, I’m not sure how I feel about it now. The end of my night though was a disaster. It once again proved why I dont have many girlfriends: girls are bitches. girls are whiny. girls are just dumb. but anyways.
Today I slept until one in the afternoon, got my eyebrows done, and went to work. Sad to say that going to work was probably the best part of my day. I really do love my job.
The girl who did my brows was nice. And she did an excellent job. I might go see her again.
My mother was the only person who called me today, I love her. She said she was going to buy me lunch, which meant that I could charge it onto her credit card. She’s funny.
And thats pretty much it. I spent the last few hours of my birthday writing a paper for class tomorrow, because I didnt have anything better to do. Now I’ll go to sleep, and probably dream bad dreams because my brain is in a bad place. Wouldnt be the first time.