The Grown Life

I have realized something. And I sincerely do not approve of it. When you are a child you always have something to look forward to. Always. For 17-18 years of your life you learn to get excited for something, like summer, a new year of school, graduating even. Then… it all ends. All you do is work… work.. work. No more summers, no more Christmas break. Like what the shit is this? Does being an adult mean you have to be a slave to your job? Are you supposed to get excited for that one or two day(s) off a week? Thats just balls.

I hate getting older. Merf.

Today I had a room that was so messy I wanted to shit myself. I don’t know how someone can leave their room that messy and not feel horribly embarrassed. I took more than one big garbage bag of beer bottles and cans out of one room. Good fuck. They must have been alcoholics or something and ” social smokers” because fucking wow. WOW. They had a fuck load of cigarettes in their ash tray.. and some ash in the rooms. Ugh.