f*@k adulthood

Being a grownup can go ahead and blow its self up, cause it sucks.

I don't know what all the fuss is about. Bills, lots of bills... and as soon as you have more than fifty bucks in your bank account it's like cloaked robber barrons try to steal it all from you. You're suddenly supposed to understand all sorts of stuff about the world that isn't even remotely important and, let's face it, nobody cares. What people think about you switches overnight from 'oh, they're just learning their way' to 'why isn't she married yet? what about kids?'.

So screw adulthood. I can barely take care of myself, much less anyone else. When my toilet cloggs up I almost cry, cause I can't seem to master the plunger. When I get mail I resist the urge to just throw it out, cause it's always bad news.

Grrrr. Just by the nature of my whining, I guess it's pretty obvious that I am not yet an actual adult. Awesome. I guess that means I don't need to swear off cartoons and sidewalk chalk yet.

godzilla and creepy children attack!

I had a dream the other night that was so completely weird that i'm not sure what to think. I was in a hotel, and I think I was a reporter for some kind of paper, but I don't remember. Anyhow. At this hotel there was a girl I liked, and it was weird cause I am neither a lesbian or in denial about my sexuality. For some reason she was in a bikini, like, the whole time. And I had a press pass on, and there was a buffet. The city was very pristine and white, which I could see from the floor to celing windows in the hotel. The hotel also had a pool, a modern structure with perfect white tile and sparkling turquoise water, the roof over which opened up to deep blue sky.
I remember looking down to the street from the windows in the hotel and seeing these really weird kids and thinking, man those kids are creepy. I chatted it up with the other reporters and discussed things relating to reporting and why we were there, which I can't remember now.
Then the hotel started shaking. People started walking quicker and muttering things like, "oh, shit" and "not again". I looked out there and Godzilla was stomping through the buildings. Behind him danced the creepy ass children, now as tall as a skyscraper.
People finally started to freak when the power went out. They started to run, but I thought that it would be smarter to stay inside. I tried to grab the girl I liked, but she was acting all slutty with a Bosnian guy in sunglasses. I ran outside and jumped into the pool, hoping less debris would hit me. When I came up for air I saw two shapes in the air getting really close. When they finally got out of the sun I could see that they were flying monkeys, like from the wizard of oz. So I freaked again, dove down as deep as I could, and swam to the wall. I jumped out of the pool while expecting the scaly hand of flying monkey to grab my foot and pull me down.
So I went back into the hotel, screamed, "we're not even from here, asshole" at Godzilla, and the reporters and I left.

It was such a weird dream.