see that worried look on my face as i sip the 32oz bday martini? 

- fear. anxiety. discombobulated.

- hungover from the night before.

- fear that i am turning 25 and that i should consider freezing my eggs for my knight in shining social work armor to impregnate one. or two, twins run in my family.

- pure joy of completing my first year of graduate school. aka, a 9-month moscato-induced hangover.

this photo embodies what is about to come. good laughs, recklessness, more plastic forks, dancing on top of strange cars, screaming YAAAHHSS to complete strangers, feather boas, dancing with drag queens, backwards ten-fingers, VIP, mac videos, SSA love, and bowling shoes.

i’m 25 & i’m having the time of my life. #tweetthat