I have a grown up job, in a grown up company. I have my own grown up desk, with my own computer and all my own stuff. I have my own grown up colleagues who I send grown up emails to (and quite a few immature emails to.) I wear heels to work, wearing heels in the day is a grown up thing. And I wear smart grown up clothes and look important.
I have my very own grown up life. And it's mine. No one elses. Just mine. I like this. I've always been independent.
Being grown up is just as fun as I always imagined it would be when Ria and I used to play "people games" when we were small.
...I feel that my excitement about being grown up shows I have a lot to learn about being grown up; however, in comparison to most of the people that surround me now-a-days I'm miles ahead.
"I've got this feeling that we're gunna be alright. The kids are alive and kicking, running for their lives. We've just been getting by on stupidly good looks and spending time spitting out these stupidly good hooks. You'll never know friends like these. You'll never know."
I'm feeling a little smug today. I like it.
NIGHT!
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