I woke up today realizing how much I hate 4th of July. Last year about this time, if i remember correctly, I was at Trader Joe's buying couscous and preparing for a heavy night of drinking with friends. We were throwing the party for a couple different reasons. 4th of July (eh-not really), Angela's birthday (No one liked her), and my going away party (Reno here I come). Thinking back on it. That was the last day I can really say "I'm not an adult". I hate growing up and I hate my living situation as a grown up.
So fuck you, 4th of July, I hope I never live through another one.
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