Happy birthday, ya filthy animal.

Here ye, here ye. It's christmas season so obviously somehow quoting Home Alone 2 feels appropriate. How fitting is it that I am posting this on the six of December. What a fine day. I love me some even numbers for I have a weird feeling towards odd numbers.

Also, this is probably a post where I should have put on my big girl undies, but I guess not. Oops.

Last year on this exact day I was looking at the clock when it struck midnight, so excited to call my best friend on his birthday. Best friend, yes. Boyfriend? Even better. Yuuppppp, it was my boyfriends birthday! I was so excited for him to answer since it was our first birthday of his spent together. (Besides that time sophomore year in high school when I went to his suprise party....) Whatevs. I called him at exactly midnight, phone in hand because I was freaking excited. I was more excited for his birthday than he was. He didn't answer. I called again. No answer. I was pissed. Was I a bad girlfriend because I was mad at him on his own birthday? Yeah, probably to that too. Turns out he went out and got an extra large pair of drunky pants on him. He finally called back and there I was, Miss pissymood pants grunting a Happy birthday to him. We hung up.

I was so excited to see him that weekend, regardless, since we were celebrating his birthday, our six months (big whoop, right?) and Hannukah (#TheTribeSticksTogether). I never had this serious of a boyfriend before, so I went H.A.M on getting him nice presents: Shirts from Vineyard Vines, a new wallet (since he used a dorky little kid one), and something else but clearly it wasn't that important because I forget. He bought me a cute little photobook of all of our pictures, since we had a lot from me being in love with him all through high-school. The weekend was spent celebrating all great things, and it was all a walk in the park around his campus. I was thinking that whole weekend how excited I was to spend his big 20's with him. And now that thought is in the crapper. Along with my heart.
HELLOOO DRAMATIC!


A year later exactly I sit here wondering...
+Will I ever get over him? Dear Gd please make this happen, I know there are bigger and better things waiting for me.
+Am I a bitch to not say happy birthday to him? Or should I say it in hopes he will fall in love with me again for the first time. (ooh, I'm harsh).
+Why did I ever spend so much money on him!!!!!!!!!!!! (He's probably wondering the same about me..)

But hey! thanks for teaching me...
...to not be so clingy
...you can date someone and not really love them. (eep nipped that one in the freaking booty...)
...nice/hairy dudes are so my thing. Bye bye, Bad boysssssss!
...to never move somewhere for someone in hopes to bring you closer together.
...to do more things for me.

Here's to your big 2-0, ya filthy animal. And by filthy animal I mean ex boyfriend who broke my heart. Hope you are having A BLAST without me!!!! Make sure to write/invite me to your wedding!

*Note: He really is a nice guy, I'm just a silly little lady with a broken heart. If he or anyone who knows him see this, I did this post out of fun (ok sort of). But this is my blog so tough if ya dont like it*