Summer is over. I’ve done a sufficient amount of damage to my liver, bank account and mother’s sanity. I’d say it was a job well done. But now what? Here comes the fun part: Adulthood. I’m home from college with a degree in creative writing and no job (yet). And while our twenties are universally recognized as the decade to make a mess of your life while figuring out what you really want out of it, theres little room for error or permanent damage. Twenty-three was fun, but twenty-four means I’m almost twenty-five and twenty-five means I’m almost thirty and thirty means i”m almost a rotting corps. Its time to formulate a plan. If not for me, then for my mother so that she may stop harassing me (so I guess it’s still for me).
So while I muddle through this adulthood thing, I’m hoping that this blog will serve as a means to vent and channel the inevitable head and heart aches that I will encounter the best way I know how; honestly and assholely. Lets get started shall we?