You will drink a pitcher of margaritas on your birthday and suddenly become ‘Turkish’ and talk about ‘tagging’ pictures on ‘Facebook’ (Translation: I apparently suddenly use airquotes for every other word when I’m drunk. I was told to sit on my hands for the remainder of the night)
You will take your boyfriend’s face in your hands and rub/shake his cheeks to demonstrate how your thunder thighs rub against each other when you walk from your office to Chinatown.
You will actually think about pretending to faint so the ambulance that is about to drive by you can give you a ride to your house 3 blocks away. (Granted, I had been walking from Farragut North to 6th St. NE but still…)
You will get blisters on both of your little toes the week before a wedding…a wedding you are planning on wearing peep-toe pumps to. (GENIUS)
You will react to a comment about the rising of the lord re: Easter with “TWSS”
You will designate a night to catch up on work and then sit there for 2 hours, deleting over 2,500 emails from three years ago until now because the ‘number’ of emails in your inbox is nauseating.
You will not eat even a slice of your own birthday cake for the sake of IITGI!
You will let your Google Reader get dangerously close to 1,000 unread blogs but OHMYGOD, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR IT ALL.
In other news…
My birthday was A-MAHZING. Maybe I’ll write about it one of these days.
I have a shitload of articles to write so I won’t be blogging as much until I get everything in order.
My baby bro is 18 today. I am old.
Denis Leary is coming to DC. I WILL see him live damnit!
I started P90X last night. I don’t think I’ve ever challenged myself so much while working out and I LOVED IT.
And now…I go away again. Much love!