Things I have done or plan to do this week with the excuse that “it are my birthday:”
- Contemplated leaving the gym ten minutes early
- Watch at least 3 episodes of Dr. Who without feeling guilty for not cleaning while doing so
- Tried to convince myself to write cover letters with hopes that some birthday magic will be imbued in them and I will get a job as a gift
- Not actually written cover letters (work in progress)
- Give myself an excessively garish sparkly manicure
- Inflict a third viewing of The Hobbit on my astonishingly tolerant boyfriend without offering to pay for his ticket
- Travel to Chicago for the weekend despite tenuous financial situation
- Spend at least 3 of my 4 nights in Chicago in a bar, also because how else am I supposed to convince my alcoholic friends to spend time with me
- Eaten the Reese’s cups somehow still left over from Halloween for breakfast
In exchange for my childish selfishness surrounding my birthday I promise not to get mad at anyone who doesn’t feel like shelling out to cater to my whims. Also I will buy my boyfriend at least two movie tickets in the future.
Ever On and On 