Glory Days [they'll pass you by]

This is it, kids. This is supposed to be the epitome of it all.

I am single. I am beautiful. I am clever and funny and extremely unnaturally original. I'm that girl who requests grapes during sex and popsicles afterwards. I'll do anything, especially if you tell me I can't. I have a part-time job and will be taking classes, which gives me the feeling that I'm accomplishing something, but also the freedom to run around and get drunk and climb trees topless and regularly engage in power hours.

But why does it feel so hard to do all of these things sometimes? I'm not supposed to worry about the future. Think about it, yea. Hope I'm preparing myself, of course. But not stress it. Because it's all coming about it time. Yet, I find myself compromising these carefree days with a head full of worries.

I look drop dead gorgeous tonight. If you know me, you know I'm not conceited. And I have a small pimple right below my nose. But it's really hard to notice. And not because it's that small. But because I really just look spectacular tonight. You have no idea what an extreme burst of esteem I have at this moment.

So I'm going out. I'm spending money at Victoria's Secret. I'm hanging out with a good guy friend of mine. We'll probably go out to eat or something. And chat and sing music really loud and I'm going to have a great time.

[[it's impossible not to love me. i'm fabulous. i sparkle.]]