Have you ever just felt a bout of crazy coming?
Like you knew you were going to do something absurd but you haven’t quite yet?
I’m teetering on the edge.
The looming quarter-century birthday is making me looney.
All you 30+ year olds, feel free to virtually smack me in the face.
Yesterday I got a parking ticket that I didn’t deserve.
I was parked in the morning, left for about an hour and a half,
came back, let Archie out, and when I came back outside
I had a ticket for overstaying the 2 hour limit.
I’ll fight it and win (because I wasn’t there for 2 hours and I have proof)
but I cried all the way to work none the less.
|Going from Daytona to Snow was rough.|
Then last night at 8pm my bold streak hit and I booked it to CVS.
Straight to the anti-aging cream aisle,
where I invested in an $18, super powerful retinol eye cream
(my second one this month).
I came home, put it on, got in bed and cried for 15 minutes about my crows feet.
That I do. Not. Have. Yet.
Poor Nav didn’t know whether to try to take me seriously or laugh in my face.
He opted for sensitivity with under-his-breath chuckles.
|Duh I bought store brand.|
I think I’m over-tired from my trip.
My blood pressure has been super low which always makes me feel wonky.
Archie is being bratty at nights and we can’t figure out why.
And generally I am nervous/excited/scared for
what the next 5-10 years has in store for me.
25 just feels big.
It feels like I should have accomplished something huge by now.
I’m happy with my life, so I’m not sure why I feel this way.
But the crazies have hit and maybe, just maybe, I’ll go with it.
Will it be bangs?
An exercise kick?
Impulse buying Rosetta Stone to learn Chinese?
D. All of the above?
|At least someone is being a snuggle bug today.|
Watch out world.