I'm dying just for fun.

One week down at Starbucks and hopefully many more to go. So now, after a long day, I sit in my bed smelling like a mixture of Chanel Mademoiselle and steamed milk.

I've been thinking a lot about how normal my life has gotten. It might even be kind of odd rather than normal, for me. Instead of returning to a studio apartment after a boring days worth of work, only to party until the wee hours of the morning, I am returning home in the early evenings and spending the rest of the night reading in bed, practicing my sketching, or indulging in a little online shopping. I've transformed into the late 20's/early 30's female faster than I thought. Sans the cat(s). I've even taken about three bubble baths within the past week. Who does that anymore?

THE guilty pleasure as of right now. I need to make my way to Sweden within the next year. While awaiting that delicious tax return, I might look into some cheap flights somewhere. Seattle, Portland, LA, NYC, Austin... too many destinations await my arrival.

Moving out of my apartment (finally) come Saturday. No possessions left in Atlanta... what will I do with myself?