For my 25th birthday this year, I’m going to buy an ice cream cake, wait for it to melt and then drink it.
The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
Lunch dates with my girlfriend consist of going costco to get free samples for appetizers and then go to the cafe for the main course.
I’ve been looking for a new job for a little while now, and I have come to the realization that I’m not good at anything.