night cheese

growing up is so weird. sometimes i just want to be done with it, you know? it's like, one day i'll think about the day before and realize how immature and short-sighted i had been. and i'll feel so grown up and like i really get it.

and then i wake up the next day and feel like i had been such a little kid the day before and now on this day i really do get it.

and so on, ad nauseam. when's it all gonna end? i'm enjoying my 20s, i think. but i know my 30s are going to be way better. so can i fast forward or something?

i certainly won't be writing blog posts like this when i'm in my 30s. though i do fear my 30s will continue to be like my 20s in certain aspects, like this:

swallow hard

this just happened. the moon looks sorta full tonight, but i bet it isn't really full for another day or so. i wish i got my period the exact second that wine spilled and that the moon was full.

i guess there's always tomorrow!

ultimate workout song of the week:

the irony of working out to riot grl tunes is not beyond me, don't worry.