i really am a grown up


I put an offer down on a house yesterday. And, while, it really makes me feel like throwing up quite a bit, I'm also still pretty excited about it. They, of course, counter offered, so now I just need to decide if I want to accept their counter offer, or keep looking.

Being a grown up really makes my stomach hurt.

But I guess it's high time I stopped living like a 22-year-old.


Jeannette said...

Oh woa woa cool it with the anti-22-year-oldism. You house liver.

Alright, I have to go get drunk and high and find someone to make out with.

Ho ho

d said...

see. that's all i'm sayin'.