i might have to go to a concert by myself in a couple weeks.
and it scares the pants off of me.
why? because it’s not like going to a restaurant or a movie by yourself where you don’t have to sit next to or stand with other people. I’M GOING TO BE ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM.
i’m having serious anxiety about this, and it’s still 2 weeks away.
anyone wanna come? i’ve really made myself sound like so much to hang out with, haven’t i??
tonight on the phone my mom told me she thinks my tweets are really funny (and who am i to argue, i’m like SO hilarious).
… then she asked me what mami means. and pronounced it like mammy. which makes it an exceedingly less desirable name for my spanish neighbors to call me.
dear lauren,
go to bed, it’s 2:25 and you actually have to get up when normal people do now.
because face it, this:
is not actually what you look like when you wake up 10 minutes before you need to catch your train.
it’s more like this:
and that won’t make you any office friends.
love,
future, exhausted lauren
four months to the very day from when my world shattered (read: i graduated), i’m finally employed in a job where i need a BA to be there.
jane.
