In four weeks from today I shall be turning the ripe old age of 23. There is nothing special about this – there are no balloons for it, Taylor Swift doesn’t sing a song about it, and no one really gives a shit. It’s that awkward, shitty kind of age where you feel like you should be more grown up than you are, have your shit together more than you do, and generally just not be the hot mess that you are. So, as I have a month left of feeling just about okay with being a hot mess, here are some things I would like to do..
Lol, guys, it’s not that kinda blog.
Fo’ realz now –
- ten dates
- not pussy out of talking to cute boys at bars (post coming shortly)
- bang two new people
- learn how to do the splits
- dance more
- have one last incurable hangover
And on a more serious note –
- sort my shit out
Because, let’s face it, Blink were right when they said,
nobody likes you when you’re 23
Four weeks from now I will have a much more grown up list.