Today I have been organising things for my internship, installing new software on my computer, consolidating my super funds, cooking healthy meals for the week, getting all three of my past group certificates for the past year and calling up my electricity company to find out why my bill is so high for this month. It’s times like these I start worrying that I am becoming an adult. 

Then I remember that I remember that I am wearing my favourite shark shirt, have been attempting to communicate with cats via different pitch meows and got excited by a swing I found near my house. All good. 

Kid at heart forever. 


I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great