wake up, bitch.
So I had an epiphany this morning about the dilemmas of us 21 to 24 year-old humans. We (and by we I mean most, or at least me anyway) have a map in front of us with no roads, no stops and no destinations. And in all actuality the world is our oyster. Sure I have an apartment that I probably shouldn’t be living in because I’m digging a hole into my savings that might be 15 feet deep and pretty hard to get out of… buffalo bill much? I have a restaurant job thats paying minimum wage, a kick ass roomie, and life seems pretty swell. But where in the hell is this gonna take me, is this me planting my roots…? But after having a long talk with someone very close to me about what on god’s green earth is the next move after the college graduation honeymoon stage.. The answer is good question… wake up, bitches. Time to get serious.
ps- im joining the circus.