People,
I think that I'm finding out that the key to becoming an adult is to stop being such a puss about everything and to just do the things you need to do.
Case in point, I hate laundry. I used to wait until I hads piles and piles and wads and mountains of dirty clothes before I'd run a wash. Eventually, I would pick up whatever clothes smelled least like B.O. and would wear those. Not a good way to live.
I'm trying now to be a little more proactive about things like laundry, bills, groceries, etc. Today that involved picking up a dead mouse and throwing him outside without whimpering like a little girl about it. Progress comes in stages.
To adulthood and dead mice. Huzzah.
Dead mice are supposed to go into the carcass refrigerator for proper incineration in compliance with city codes.
A-men. That is the god's honest truth if I ever heard it. I feel like growing up is just one long (and I do mean long) process of sucking it up and accepting responsibility. I always feared this would be the case... Guess it's not as bad as I thought it would be, but man it blows...
I might be a little behind you guys. so far, growing up for me has just meant giving up the old 31-waist pants and fully embracing the roomy comfort of 34s.
oh, and drinking wine. beer gives me the gas something fierce.
