On Being a "Grown Up"

Right here, right now, where I live its really hard to be a grown up. Especially if you have no idea what the hell you're doing.

 You kind of just flop and around and fuck up a lot and run out of money in the middle of the week and end up eating spaghetti three days in a row a lot. That is until you figure out how to adult, but that can take a while and isn't a whole lot fun.

After three years of flopping around I like to thing I have a kind of sort of hold on the whole being an adult thing. Most of the time it feels like I still have no idea what I'm doing and that things magically just work out and I just kind of keep on keeping on.

And then I have days like today, where I realize I can actually adult, and being an adult sometimes is just as awesome as you thought it was going to be.

I woke up in my apartment, which I pay for and when and had a delicious breakfast because who doesn't love pancakes?
The answer is no one. But I've found day off pancakes are the best pancakes.




And then I picked up some silly fringed mini shorts I really don't need but absolutely love and when home to my little apartment and hung out with my cat. In my house, that I pay for, filled with my stuff.

I get to live by myself and can buy things on my days off. I even have a really cute cat.

And that's whats awesome about being a grown up. This is my house and my stuff and my cat. And I earned it. How fucking awesome is that?