My sister asked what I wanted to do for my birthday this year and I responded with a kegger and a couch burning. Josh and I had already discussed this couch’s days are numbered. It’s only 4 years old, the coolest couch I have ever owned and in relatively good shape, but we are done with it.
This couch is where I have been sad for the past 3 years. It has seen the majority of my tears, depression, and catatonia. I wake up, get on the couch, watch tv, eat all of my meals, and spend all of my time on this f’n couch. I’m on it right now. It has got to
I want to be happy. I want to do everything I can to make me happy again. My only goal is to be happy and do happy things. So in the next couple of weeks between now and my birthday I’m dying my hair purple, learning Spanish, working out, cleaning out my cluter, taking some long walks with Scooter, lovin on my man, doing a cleanse, going roller skating, reading some good books, listening to good music, hanging out with good people, and burning this fucking couch.
Sorry for the f bombs. Then next month we go to Mexico. This makes me very happy. Thanks mom!!!!