I'm twenty five. I have to check a new age bracket box. I'm old enough to where my parents AND my grandmother think it's OK to joke around with sexual topics (like pretending to have a naked room... or telling me when/where my uncle was conceived). I still act like a kid but I feel like I should start at least TRYING to be a grown up. A lot of people my age are getting married and having babies... having babies ON PURPOSE. The mere thought of having a baby right now makes me pee my pants in shear terror. I'm having a very serious quarter life crisis. So... instead of having a baby or adopting an animal, my baby will be this little gem. I think I should warn you in advance... this could end very badly OR I could get bored in a week... maybe even after tonight?
As for my mental breakdown "crisis:" I think I'm going to come up with a bucket list of sorts. Things I want to do not just before I bite the dust but before I (barf in my mouth) get ooooold. I have a few ideas that I've been toying with... they make me sound like a completely bat shit crazy Jersey Shore cast off. I want to get a tattoo, drive a motorcycle (this will NEVER happen since I can't even manage to ride one), start my 401k, learn what a 401k IS, have a dirty love affair... I'll start thinking about this more and come up with a real list eventually.
I suppose that's it for tonight. Time to google how to blog... this shiz is a lot more confusing than I thought it would be. I bid you adieu, ladies and gents, and for now I leave you with the musical stylings of the fantastic Huey Lewis and the news.