It has been two years since I graduated from college, and I can’t decide how much of an emotional wreck I should be.
I like to think that I’ve grown as a person in the last two years, but quite honestly on paper that doesn’t seem to be the case…
1 year after graduation
-didn’t find wearing pants as an adequate use of my time
-sprayed icing on mini-donuts on a daily basis
-cried into mini-donuts with icing sprayed on top of them on more than one occasion
-didn’t know how to properly show affection in public
-consistently wrote in a blog that is going to be big one day! Big I tell you!
-worked as Supervisor of a summer camp-and yeah, I never fucking want kids
-afraid of birth control
-only have taken Plan B once in my life
-didn’t leave my bed because, well because…it was really fucking comfortable.
-sexually fantasized about Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon 4…I don’t want to talk about it.
-lived with my parents
2 years after graduation
-still don’t seem to find wearing pants as an adequate use of my time
-consistently eating reece’s ice cream at 8am/10am/12:34pm/2:30pm/7:30pm/12:00am
-cried into a tub of reece’s ice cream on one occasion
-still don’t know how to properly show affection in public
-every time I see “Push” and/or “Pull” on the Duane Reade door… I hesitate
-still consistently writing in a blog that is going to be big one day! Big I tell you!
-I’m a nanny- and yeah, I never want kids
-still afraid of birth control
-only have taken Plan B two times in my life
-don’t leave my bed because I’m doing freelance work
-sexually fantasized about Donald Glover in Community…I DO want to talk about it
-live with my best friend matt in NYC, which is basically like living with two nagging parents (LOVE YOU MATTHEW)