Jack is my favorite ex-co-worker EVER. In addition to fully understanding my love for Mean Girls and Paula Deen Riding Things, he also gives the best birthday presents ever. Case in point:
Yes, Camden is chockful of raping, thieving murders with hygiene issues (Sorry New Jerseyites, but y’all know this is true), BUT Jack works there! And there are Sharpies! Who doesn’t love a good Sharpie?
My 28th birthday was pretty fantastic — I got a lot of good wishes, got a sweet text message from Paps that made me cry at work (note to self: buy waterproof mascara. The raccoon look doesn’t look good on Ke$ha and it doesn’t look good on you), got the new Bourdain book and a Bukowski compilation, ate a lot of treats (including Magic Cake made of hopes, the dreams of pixies and the innocent laughter of children….or y’know, chocolate chips and cinnamon sugar), drank a little sloe gin, had a Biggie song dedicated to me and tomorrow — I get to spend quality time eating burgers with the love of my life.
So far, so good. Twenty-Eight, I think we’re going to be friends.