Sometimes you wake up and heat up day old pizza in your cast iron skillet and eat it for breakfast.
Sometimes you just go to Whole Foods and buy apple cider vinegar and a single coco La Croix and a pint of Jeni’s ice cream. And that’s it.
Sometimes you go to Trader Joe’s before work on a Wednesday and buy a single greek yogurt, an apple, chocolate & sea salt almonds, and peonies. Because how do you show up at the office without those things?
Sometimes, you just do the things that you want to do. Because you’re an adult and you can.
We (Hannah and I) took a picture together when we were in the same place and looking pretty!! Check it ouuuuttt!
Sorry if this ruins some elaborate narrative you had about us actually being the same person, or two different sides of Hannah’s personality, or if you thought that I was maybe a dude. I hope you can forgive us and that we can still be internet friends.
Okay, with that EPIC NEWS out of the way, let’s talk about something really serious… Like how everything is out to get me recently.
By this I mean: I’ve finally acknowledged something that has basically always been true about me. I’ve just been a bit too much of a snob to admit to it.
Maybe it’s my recent shameless embrace of pop music (Call Me Maybe plays at least three times a day. Anything by One Direction gets the volume cranked up and is, most likely, repeated. Justin Bieber is the king of my ipod/computer/car stereo.) that has pushed me to this point. Maybe I’m just growing up and letting myself like the things I like without judging myself for them. Maybe my standards have really fallen as a result of law school-fried brains. Who knows.
All I know is: I am unabashedly a Young Adult Fiction reader. Trashy Teen Lit? Gimme some of that!
It was kinda wild and crazy and scary and exciting all at the same time.
I started a real job. Like one that could lead to a full-time job once I graduate from school (and pass the bar). Be impressed. It’s a Big Girl Job where I have to wear a Big Girl Suit and Big Girl Heels and do Big Girl Legal Work for Real Clients. I work downtown… in a skyscraper. I have a commute. It’s, like, the real deal.
Here’s the thing I’ve learned in two short weeks of my Big Girl Job: Being a grown up is HARD.
Yup. Seriously. Just plain-old, no-frills chocolate chip cookies.
It’s kinda cool how Han and I are on the same page even if we aren’t on the same city. We both makepeanutbutterrecipes for months on end, we both went through apumpkinphase at the same time, we both wanna post about how we have nothing in our kitchen to bake with, and now, we both made super simple, super comforting recipes. All without consulting each other. Best friendzzz.