1. Pants with Words Printed Across the AssIn my twenties I had a whole drawer of yoga pants and booty shorts with words like "Foxy", "Angel" & "Juicy" printed across the butt......and I wore them all the fucking time. Wow did I think I was hot shit in those pants. But if I even attempted to wear those pants out now it would just be weird.......and sad.
2. Celebrating Your Birthday for More Than One DayWhen I was in my early twenties, I really did believe my birthday was some sort of national holiday that everyone should acknowledge. The celebration usually spanned over 4 or 5 days. I would say things like "its my birthday week" to justify the next 3 days of binge drinking and free shots from hot bartenders. Now that I'm in my thirties, and I hear a younger peer whine the same phrase, I think to myself....."Its just a fucking birthday, holy chill with the entitlement already"......my how we change.
3. Jager BombsRemember those shots where Jager was dropped into Red Bull? I use to do at least five on any given party night. I'm pretty sure if I did one now I would drop to the ground and have a full blown seizure.....or my heart would explode.
4. FacebookI was surfing my Facebook the other day, like I do most days, and thought to myself......I may need to get rid of my account. Not because I don't enjoy seeing whats going on in other peoples lives, I do. Not because I don't want to see fun, happy, emotional articles, because I love that too. Its the fucking drama. Everyday I see at least 15 people complaining and bitching about such mundane shit. Or subtle Facebook statuses like this : " Certain people need to realize that there not the center of the universe....Just Say in". Personally I don't Facebook fuck around and would just tell that certain person there being a dip shit....just saying. It drives me fucking bonkers!! (yes, I just used the word bonkers!!). I think I may be out growing Facebook.......I'm probably going to get rid of it.....as soon as I update my status this one last time.........maybe.