File Under “Being A Grown-Up”, I Guess

Words I never thought I’d say a year ago, even: “I make a mean veggie wrap.”

For The Ladies

I just got back a bit ago from coffee with my lovely dear friend C., and while there, she revealed her nearly spur-of-the-moment decision to move to Columbus.  As in, in less than a month, she is packing up all her shit and getting the eff out of Dayton.  Now, typically, when any 22-year old makes a declaration like that, you pretty much have leave to give the biggest eye-roll and write it off.  But not with C.  Girlfriend is on the motherfuckin’ ball.  A couple job opportunities around the bend, a friend moving with her, contacts in the new city.  A solid Plan A, a just-as-solid Plan B.  It was so fun to just sit and listen to her grand, bright plans.  I am not typically a girl who knows where the hell she’s going or what the hell she’s doing at any given moment, but I have been terrifically blessed in life to be surounded by ladies who are the exact opposite of that.  C. is just one example.  Both of my former roommates, H. and M. (H&M, ha), are two of the most self-motivating, go-get-’em women I’ve ever met.  And they manage not to be boring at all on top of that.  So my lost and wandering self takes a lot of comfort and draws a lot of strength from watching these ladies set an example.  When I got home this afternoon, I was in ass-kicking mode.  I was like, “Hell yes!  I am going to look up my classes and buy books!  And find an apartment!  And get a job!  THIS AFTERNOON!  Right now!!!”  And as I was babbling all of this at my mother, she started singing “This One’s For The Girls” and I was all, “Mommmm, that’s so old and kind of lame!  But lemme go YouTube it real quick and rock out for a second?”  So basically what I’m saying is my dreams right now are being fueled by Starbucks, a cheesy country song, and some kick-ass ladies.  Sounds about right.

Verbatim, Out Of My Mouth Two Minutes Ago As I Spotted A Large Winged Insect Creeping Across My Floor

• “Motherfucker, what is that?”
• Heading to closet to retrieve shoe/murder weapon: “Oh no, we are NOT doing this tonight.”
• Smashing the nasty thing violently: “Guh!  DIE!”

Just so you know, I’m still alive here in Dayton.  That freaky bug, sadly, is not.

Rebel

Oh my God, I just took an empty tissue box and stuffed it, whole and unflattened, into my trash can. 

My dad would be having an aneurysm if he knew.