Monday, July 11, 2011

Why my driver's license lies

I turned 23 years old yesterday. Well, legally, at any rate. But I am absolutely not a grownup and this is why:

1) I've spent the last few weeks trying to arrange my schedule so that I'll have a full day at home to wear a homemade toga

2) A good friend and I had a dinosaur fight at my party yesterday

3) I read Calvin and Hobbes comics all day today

4) I got totally psyched and forgot about my task of buying thank-you cards when I realized that the pharmacy sold dinosaur stickers and that my life could not continue if I didn't own said stickers

5) I've been practically living in the children's section of any bookstore I visit

6) I freaked out when Significant Other was over the other night when I thought I heard velociraptors down the street

7) In a totally separate incident, I freaked out on Significant Other because I thought I heard a tyrannosaur down the street

8) I am just waiting for the monsters in my closet to get me

9) I got ice cream and refused to share it with anyone

10) I sleep with two dollar-store baby dolls that have been painted as a cyborg and a devil, who I have named Betty and Chloe, and who I blatantly refuse to part with

11) I sleep with my TV on because monsters shrivel up and die when light touches them

12) I take frequent naps

13) It's not even 9:00 and I'm already getting drowsy and cranky. It's clearly past my bedtime.

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