You know you're old when one late night of awesomeness knocks you out for a few days following. And when the car guard calls you 'Lady' instead of 'Girrrrlie'.
Turning 23 soon. Can't I still be 'girlie'?
In other news, it's the company Christmas party tomorrow night. My very first opportunity to behave inappropriately and embarrass myself in a work environment. Not going to happen. I will be the picture of professionalism. I will be Grace Kelly meets the publishing world at a pretentious bar in Camps Bay.
Am I lame that I'm kind of excited?
Of course, that could be because Boyfriend is coming down this weekend specifically to escort me to said function. Very nice of him, especially given partners are only allowed into the damn thing at 10.30 (it starts at 6, kill me now, will have to protect myself from being engaged in conversation by anyone from sales for four and a half hours).
Barely working tomorrow either – we're disappearing just after noon to a celebratory lunch for one of the magazines, and not coming back (ever).
Love December. So much of party. So little of work.
"Love December. So much of party. So little of work."
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you're not a lady or a girlie. you're a pikachu.
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