Sure, they've been really fun, like a lot of fun I'm lucky I'm still alive sort of thing, but they've been really seriously tough. And to be brutally honest, all the years leading up to my 28th have been hella hard. All I knew was that I had to become that girl or I would live a life of regret, envy, and mad creepiness. It wasn't up to destiny or anything like that. I used to wonder if I would be like that when I got older or if I was destined to forever remain a square in the back corner of a bar creepily staring at the outgoing girls that I obsessed over.īut ya know what? Eff that. Alllll I wanted was to be her - to just able to walk up to anybody and be able to share a convo and a stupid joke about a one eyed witch that made everyone laugh. Let's be real, it was probably just the merch guy that she was chatting with, but damn she looked cool! She was so casual, confident, and hot that I automatically idolized her. I was standing in the corner watching this super cool girl with blue hair smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer while chatting it up with a band. It's like this weird age where all of a sudden people take you more seriously and you actually start feeling like a real live worthwhile human being.įor some reason, when I think about the things that I wanted when I was growing up, I always go back to this memory of being a bummed out 15 year old at a punk rock show. As I'm looking up the 30s under 30 list, daydreaming of getting in it before the time runs out, I've decided that I actually really like being almost-30.

And well, yeah, it feels super weird to realize that I'm not going to be in my 20s forever. In fact, I don't think I've done one single grilled cheese post since I've turned the ole' grand age of 28. To say that it's been a while since I posted would an understatement.

Devour fried chicken and waffles