yep. that sounds about right.
a couple of weeks ago the best friend and i headed down to burbank, so we wouldn't have to sleep on the floor of our bedroom any longer. yes, the receipt was three digits and my dad wasn't standing next to me with his handy-dandy credit card. no, my mom's darling fashion sense was non-existent, and yes. yes i did get lost in the parking garage.
i'm hoping adulthood gets a little easier at some point...
(the cheap bed slats. naturally)
(best friend took over because...i'm bad with directions.)
(a never-ending, painful, frustrating, hot job)