so, sitting here all hopped up on sugar and caffine, in cut off shorts, t-shirt, no socks, and a mission to not cut my hair. thinking about pizza for breakfast at 12:42. excited about eating my weight in gummi worms tomorrow. garfield books in my bathroom. an inabillity to spell, or use propper grammer. bills paid. 60 hour work weeks.  

im a 24 year old, hairy, tattoo'd, kid.  sweet.

is this a bad thing? am i living in some detached reality? rock shows, coffee, and summer vacation? i have many friends who can call themselves "professionals". i talk nonesense, music, and art, with coffeeshop people and make latte's. 

dont get me wrong, im not questioning the importance of what i do. im a part of an amazing comunity, and a special time in this city.

 but in 4 months i will be 25(lego's are a great gift by the way). and i feel like 25 is the "stop f'ing around" age.

but maby im wrong, and maby its all about what you love.