on being an adult & rant & rant

I would hardly call myself an adult. The only thing that qualifies me is literally a number. I'm 27, so therefore I am an adult. But does an adult not renew her license and use her passport to buy wine? Does an adult not register her car every November, but instead waits until taxes come in February (and sometimes gets threats from the SLCPD that her car may be impounded when parking on the street)? Does an adult live on pizza? I really am not sure how to answer any of those.

I have bills, responsibilities. I have a house and a job that require adult-type attention, yet there are days where I really just want to do absolutely nothing but color and make playlists like I did when I was younger.

Today it is snowing, like big, old, fat flakes. I look outside and can barely open my eyeballs they're so overwhelmed with brightness (same with my phone when I'm just waking up, no I do not want to restock my tiny tower IT IS SEVEN AM). I can't bring myself to go out into the cold except to buy some essentials I needed this morning and a chai tea with a shot of espresso. The man at Starbucks convinced me to get a spinach and feta wrap and I'm glad he did, it was a much better choice than the alternative: a cake pop. Or three.

I also had to wash my hair today because that is my Saturday ritual. I really just wanted to take a shower because when it is cold, I really like being in a hot shower, it's second only to my bed which I also love when it is cold. Today, with the flakes of snow, a shower was needed so I decided to kill two birds (not literally) and wash the hair as well. It was warm, because when I shower I do not ever turn on the cold. The setting on my water heater must be perfect because the temperature is not enough to scald me but just enough to make my eyes water. I found out today that if I take the shower head off the holder and run it over my hair that it is a little too much heat to bear, so it must be placed on its perch above me. I think that by the time it gets from the spout to my head from that distance is mathematically perfect. But again, adults don't take showers to just absorb the water, right? They take baths to get clean. Well, I do that, too.

Did you know that they make blankets specifically to wear? Don't confuse them with blanket jackets which I have three of. Blanket jackets have sleeves, blankets for wearing are actual blankets designed in a sort of poncho way. I find them to be one of the best inventions I have ever discovered, minus the shedding. They shed worse than my dogs, or at least the one I have does.

Booyah, it's Saturday.