about last night

D was craving tamales, so we went out for Mexican. I decided to treat myself to a strawberry marg, which was delicious, but made my stomach hurt. Alcohol doesn’t sit well for me anymore, which is a real bummer considering how much I’ve always enjoyed it.

Things got a little emotional at dinner as we talked about some cancery stuff. We just feel so ripped off, and it’s hard not to be bitter. Still, we agree that we can still milk some good out of life, and that’s the plan. Live big!

PS: I was wearing a long black dress with the purple wig and glasses. D said I looked edgy, like the cool girl in college who wouldn’t talk to him. I just thought that was cute and worth noting. ♥️

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