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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Coming To Terms.

Well I only missed my birthday card to myself by two months, but that is more my style anyway.

The past few months have been a blur, I suppose it's that time in life again. Time to change, time to move, time to learn more about yourself. Indeed, I have learned about myself throughout the years, so here it is in writing a few of things I have come to know in my early twenties...

  • Nothing is free. No favor, no dinner, no cocktail. Everything comes with a price.
  • There is absolutely nothing that time can not heal. Including bad credit.
  • It does not matter what age you are as a woman, if you like someone another woman likes you are fat. No rhyme or reason. Just fat. That's the answer.
  • Dating gets harder and easier at the same time.
  • Slowly but surely you get better with money. Savings accounts do exist.
  • You want to spend more time with your family. Siblings especially.
  • Goal weight actaully doesn't exist...just five more pounds.
  • Hangovers come correct.
  • The friends you have at this moment are the ones you will have the rest of your life.
  • Sleeping at someone else house at this point in life, is wildly inconvenient and uncomfortable.
  • A lot of us are as good looking as we will ever be.
  • These are some of the best times of our lives. 
  • Instead of it being crazy to be getting married, it's more like " what's wrong with her?'
  • There are clothes you are no longer aloud to wear. 
  • Saying "like" more then once in a sentence is unacceptable.
  • Things such as hikes and golfing are sounding more and more appealing.
  • Buying a dog and being able to afford to feed it is a good feeling.
  • Cocktailing and bartending is losing it charm. Being hott pays the bills...with your soul.
These are just a few brief examples of some of things that I have come across in the past couple years that may be leading me to believe my parents weren't completely full of shit.  I write these little things for me, but also maybe for others too. I want reassure people, your not the only one who feels weird about shopping at Charolette Russe or Forever 21. Or for the fellas, it's really not that strange you want to have a steady girl to treat right. It feels good being able to wake up before noon on a Sunday. I know, I know I am coming to terms with this as well. You don't have to apologize for partyin'...but can we maybe do brunch instead?

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