mid-twenties.

more coffee more eggs and toast more saturday mornings forever please

last night was the laziest saturday night in forever.  i think i fell asleep on the couch while doug read us the entire plot summary from ‘roseanne’ via wikipedia.  yes, people do this.

now it’s gorgeous and i’ve got tomorrow off too!

 

wedding invitations are currently sitting, stamped and sendable, in my free macy’s totebag.  i’m waiting on like, three more addresses and then they’re going out.  we decided on a honeymoon for realz, drumroll plz….

 

acadia national park, in maine!  four nights of rough camping with NO SHOWERS.  if that’s not sexy, i don’t know what is.

apparently, it’s home to this bizarre rock formation.

 

wtf

life in a nutshell.  work, drink, eat, sleep sleep sleep, work some more.  i’m determined to start taking more pictures with that camera i bought.  i’m so strange.  my old camera was with me at every life event.  this new one sits in my purse, it’s screen getting scratched by keys and what-have-you.  i forget it exists.  i have no desire to take shots of myself, and i am not often in the drunken situations where i feel a desperate urge to take a group shot to remember my wild nights.  

i have been thinking again of england, and wondering if i should try to go back.  i have to remind myself i’m not twenty, i’m not going to be spending silly evenings dressed up and meeting friends at dodgy clubs.  i’m like, grownup and stuff.

 

in fact, this is my last sunday as a 23-year old.  thus begins my final week of early twenties.  doug says mid-twenties is 24-26.  mid fucking twenties.  psh whatever.  i still feel like i’m fourteen and awkward as all hell.