I'm not going to go shave my head bald.

Well, my friends, this is how I felt last night...

and so I did just that. I hung out with my favorite friends, Jack, Smirny, Mich, and probably a few others that I've since forgotten, and I'm pretty sure they're still trying to hang out with me. And by that I mean that I was an hour late for work today and the taste of my coffee sent a strong gag reflex through my core.

If you're one of the people who hates people who talk about their drunk night's on their blog, I should probably apologize, but that is precisely what I did last night and so you're stuck reading about it. And looking at it... for those of you who think I'm catfishing you when I talk about my nights out on Twitter.

I have a purpose for posting today that doesn't involved the horrid hangover I will inevitably feel in a few short hours, once this leftover drunk feeling vanishes, but I don't really know how one goes about posting something like this. This may be in a first in the history of my bloglife but I'm actually at a loss for words.

I guess there's no real easy way to say it other than to just do it, like Nike says, or rip it off real fast, like a bandaid. So, here it is. I am now, currently, 110% a single twenty-something. Single as in no more man friend. Single as in it's acceptable for me to go out until 2am on a school work night and make questionable decisions like mixing every type of alcohol under the sun. Single as in I no longer have to make anyone happy but myself. And maybe a little bit the dogs too.

Don't worry though, I'm really okay with it. I'm not going to go shave my head bald or take down a paparazzi with my bare hands. I think we all know I've been through way worse by now and so, really, I'm just excited to start a new chapter in my life which hopefully involves some pretty big changes I'm trying to make. This post isn't for sympathy or anything like that so please don't tell me you're sorry or that you hope I'm okay, because I promise you that I am very okay and there's nothing to be sorry about. 

Unless you're ex manfriend. 

Really, I just didn't want to dodge the elephant in the blog room before some of you started to catch on and ask questions. So, there it is. You may all now return to your regularly scheduled programs. I'm going to go try to find a really greasy cheeseburger and some Motrin. Maybe even go watch a few goat music videos. Bye.