All I ever wanted was to be a GROWN-UP so I could do whatever I pleased and go places and have my own friends and a job where I’m important……now I just want to go back to the days when my biggest concern was getting to the swings first at recess.
Alas, I don’t get to do whatever I please, or go places, because no one told me that I need money for all that shit and no one ever talked about how they made money. I thought it existed as a natural extension of being an ADULT. So now, I sit here and bitch about adulting while trying to revel in the other things that cause me happiness.
The above collage basically sums up this blog: my cat, beer, my cat with Snapchat filters, makeup, and cat-themed clothes. Because….cat.