My birthday was over the weekend.
The following things happened:
- A really old, really drunk, really creepy guy touched my butt in a bar on Saturday night. I thought getting drunk by yourself at bars was something people did in movies, but apparently people do it in real life, too.
I never get the good ones. Never. Always the losers.
- On my actual birthday, I picked up dog poop and then mowed my yard. Then I took a nap.
I'm very exciting these days.
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