I don’t want to get out of bed. Seriously I’ve been laying awake here for two hours.
Or shower - because then I’d have to make a decision on my hair. Then make the effort toward that decision. All of it is too much effort.
My house is full of packed up boxes as I’m leaving my hometown for the first time, tomorrow, actually.
Also, what the fuck, I’m 25?! That’s not going to work for me.
I am excited to live in a new city, though. I’m also pretty proud I apparently have a decent credit score.
WHAT?! PROUD OF MY CREDIT SCORE?! WHAT SORCERY MADE ME START CARING ABOUT THAT?!
My mom is the best thing ever, though. Even if she is slightly living vicariously through me right now. It’s cool. She’s basically a badass so she can do what she wants.
Is this 25? Random thoughts all strung together with no segue between them?
I want a cigarette.