I am currently having a conversation over text with my mother. It is about what I want for my birthday. Sadly, I do not want a fluffy unicorn. *waves good-bye to childhood self*
I have asked for a briefcase. (sad trombone.) I have realized that I actually have a list of features and stuff that I want. Like a non-crumpling zone for loose papers.
I feel old. And boring.
Then again, I did consider buying a sleeveless t-shirt today that said "Boss" in rhinestones and had a column of rips up the back. It would have been my special outfit for rehearsals. Schroeder was all for it, but my father said that my authority is already self evident. Boo.