I am at that part of my day where I cannot decide which of the following should occur:
A.) Happy Hour, alone?
B.) Shaking my tail feathers at the gym?
C.) Going home to my fat pants and sleeping all night.
I am pretty sure this question is in some random Cosmo magazine, which will reveal what kind of an adult I am based on my specific response.
I can assure you that I am the kind of an adult that is going to make the incorrect choice for a Thursday work night.
Let’s be honest, I mean, it is BASICALLY the weekend.