I like to live in denial.
Maybe you figured that out after reading the name of this blog. If so, good job. You obviously have keen observation skills. You probably don't live in denial.
But me--I'm a long-term resident.
I'm not really a barista. I don't really have student loans that I've deferred more times than I care to count. I don't really have a drinking problem.
And my favorite: My ass hasn't grown at all since high school.
Denial was my friend but not anymore.
I blame Facebook. And Mark Zuckerberg by proxy. (You hear that, Zuckerberg? Go fuck yourself!)
Facebook has an abundance of amateur photographers. And these people can tag you in photos. Most of which leaves you questioning when you started to look like Charlize Thereon in Monster. Or who your friends are. Or if that Wiccan shit you tried as a Freshman would actually work.
Basically, I realized I'm horribly vain. And now my gym membership is actually getting used. And my ass hurts, because I guess there's actually muscle in there and not jelly as Beyonce had led me to believe. (She may also be on my list.)
I don't think this post has any real relevance. I mainly just want to drink a bottle of wine and eat one of those tacos made out of Doritos.
But I won't.
And that my friends, is called willpower.
Suck on that, Zuckerberg.