Rarrrr, Income taxes... those adorable checks that take just a month too long to receive. I can't wait to finally get a tattoo or a glass blowing kit hmmmm. As if I didn't have a hard enough time deciding how to spend my money. Maybe in a parallel universe somewhere there is another version of me and she's super normal and more than competent at "adult" things. Every time my mom talks to me about finding a career, I cringe a little inside. Its not like I don't care about doing something important, its just the things I find to be important don't really support my habits. Who is going to pay for my visits to the strip club and thrift/craft store? Ain't no sugar daddy going to be sweeping me off my feet with a magic carpet, mostly because all the ones that want me are my fathers age and I just can't imagine waking up to that every morning, even if he does look like Aladdin... Plus I'm way too stubborn to be someones bitch.
Rant rant rant :)