Jew-vinile Behavior

I just wrote two different posts and deleted them both because you really don't care about my girl crush on Zooey Deschanel or my obsession with shopping at Anthropologie and how I want to decorate my new apartment to look like one of the pages in their catalogue. Or maybe you do, but instead of five paragraphs about that I've just consolidated everything into one neat sentence. Yay.

I'm having drinks tonight with three friends who I went to performing arts sleepaway jew camp with, and it occurred to me just a few moments ago that I haven't seen one of them in eleven years. Literally ELEVEN years! Ummm, I know that I don't really have the right to feel old but damn does that make me feel OLD! These are girls that knew me at my most awkward, then again, that's how I knew them too. We would eat gummy worms all night and overuse prhases like "jacking off" because we thought it was just about the funniest thing that anyone could ever say. It's weird to think about what amused you before you discovered drinking, it's weird because usually, its the same things that amuse you when you drink now. I could sit around drinking wine and talking about penises for hours. Strange how little you actually grow up. That's pathetic. Whatever, I'm gonna go buy pretty curtains and pretend I'm an adult.

I bet Zooey Deschanel would drink a bottle of Malbec and talk about penises with me. Esepecially if my apartment looked like that.

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