Semi-annual check in to let you know I never left.

 

Whoops.

It's been several months.

The other day I was talking to my Mum about this blog and how what started as a way for my friends to keep in touch with each other after high school became 12 years of ramblings so quickly.

Here is one more rambling for ya.

Well...for future me really!

Firstly, Happy last few weeks of my twenties for all who celebrate.

I was recently speaking with a fellow 29 year old who told me she was feeling super bummed leading up to the end of the most overhyped decade of ones life for no other reason than the fact that suddenly time feels real. It suddenly hit her that she could never be 21 again, that even though in a successful job and recently married, the fact that she would never again be of an age beginning with a 2 was really fucking her up.

I wish I could say part of me understood where she was coming from...

...but that would be a lie.

I had some wonderfully fun times in my 20's.....I also had some wonderfully fun times at 16.....I thought I was Ashley Olsen at 9 and that was a real top notch hoot....but I'm fine with moving on forward with life. 

I don't mind having to scroll a bit more aggressively when selecting my birth year on online forms and the few wrinkles that have lovingly taken up home in the middle of my big ass forehead I attribute more to the fact that I scowl too much rather than the fact that time is disappearing beneath me.

I just went and checked my previous blog post to make sure I wasn't just writing the same blog post 6 months later and turns out my last post was about how I love doing puzzles, see, I'M BUILT FOR THIS SHIT (Aging that is...hell I even work in Aged Care, it truly is my whole brand!) Yesterday my defacto-person-who-I-have-been-consistently-with-for-3-years-almost-all-whilst-deny-we-are-in-a-relationship-to-anybody-who-dares-push-me-on-the-subject-even-though-we-tried-to-have-a-baby-for-six-months-before-shrugging-it-off-as-infertifility (more about that in your local therapists office) asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I had to stop myself from saying slippers because  old girls love cozy feet.

I'm on a tangent, now but you get the picture.

I'm spending the final days of my twenties with no resolutions, no plans, just vibes. 

I'm spending my days asking my dog if anybody has called him handsome today and refusing to take pictures of anything other than him.

In uncomplicated, low maintenance, friendships that we all agreed a few weeks ago will probably go the distance due it being just that easy and low maintenance. Where they don't care that I ignore them for days in the group chat, I don't kill them for being late to literally everything and I let them take as many pictures of each other as they like as long as they don't make me partake ("You look like you are the friend we don't fuck with," they often point out as I stand 6 feet away from them looking in the other direction ignoring them. Just the way I like it!)

Spending time with my family after spending so many years living in cities without the ability to pop over for dinner (whilst still retaining my freewill to ditch family dinner when it clashes with my social life, much to my Dad's annoyance, and refusing to host anything at my place because this is my oasis kids, I'll catch you at yours any day of the week!)

That's it. That's the energy.

Unrelated Current Faves-

• Mandy by Barry Manilow. I know, I know, grandma in full effect but I'm fucking sorry that song is a full bop. Do I have the urge to sing "Oh Mindy" because I'm a 90's baby raised on The Simpsons, hard yes but when you get past that fact, full bop, fight me about it.'
• Formula 1. Am I a bandwagon fan who happened to binge watch Drive to Survive a year ago and now actively wakes up at 3 in the morning to sit and watch cars go vroom vroom around a track? Yep, and proud. Charles Leclerc is a babe and deserves better, but that is unrelated.
• Saturday Bahn Mi's and an infrared saunas, my favourite tradition. Catch me in an infrared sauna near you (actually don't because I will be naked, chilling out probably listening to Barry Manilow and you aren't invited).
• The Yuzu slushie at Yoko in Brisbane, I talk about this too much....but they are really top notch, will hit you like a small bus.
• Wild Horses by The Sundays. Does this song make me immediately think of Mark Walhberg fingerbanging Reese Witherspoon on a rollercoaster? Without fail! Still a vibe. Also that scene and movie really stayed with me at like 8, my parents probably should have monitored my TV viewing a little better.
• John Williams. Not much to say here, I just love the man. I know I ranted and raved up there about how aging isn't shit but when it comes to other people I take it all back. Ever since I lost the greatest love of my childhood life/ultimate eternal babe, Christopher Plummer, a few years ago I've been hoping they find a way for John Williams, Dyke Van Dyke and my ultimate #1 queen Julie Andrews to live forever.
• Telling people about how legendary the Tarzan soundtrack is multiple times a day just in case they forgot or somehow didn't know. My man Phil Collins SNAPPED with that one, I've said it once and I will say it many more times (also somewhat unrelated, I wish it would rain down by Phil Collins? You could literally slaughter me to that song and I would probably be vibing too fucking hard to realize).
• The New York Times Crossword...but only on Monday's because otherwise it gets too tricky for my mushy brain to consistently crush and if I ain't winning, I ain't grinning!
• Cooking. Specifically soup. If I'm on my phone I'm either on Tiktok with the youths or I'm on Pinterest pinning soup recipes with my oldies, I hit all demographics. 
• Better Man by Taylor Swift. Another full fucking bop. Now let me tell you something about Taylor Swift. I wouldn't have ever said I was the biggest fan, she was out there firing off songs and I was out here coexisting and getting them stuck in my head most likely, like girlfriend can right a catchy song like no fucking other, but I also find her incredibly fascinating. She's just rich, successful, talented and full on vibing not giving a fuck. I would easily be reincarnated as her tomorrow, catch me on a stage surrounded by people crying whilst I shimmy and shake in some sequins, let's roll out.  
• Iced Chocolates aka let's go get coffee but coffee is yucky so please give me the adult sized pup cup because nothing says adult like ice-cream at 8am, who am I Richie Rich? Now I g2g oil my kidapult (anybody? that movie slaps...) Actually...
• Richie Motherfucking Rich- The Macauley Culkin version, sorry Simon from 7th Heaven you just can't fill his shoes. Actually....
• McCauley Culkin absolutely crushing it so hard as a literal 10 year old and no other child being able to live up to him....here is lookin' at you Home Alone 3-100 and Richie Rich 2.

I'm on a full tangent now.

Best to leave it here.

See you in a few months most likely, but you never know it could also be tomorrow! 

To do list:

• Stop saying Bop.
• also vibe.
• also probably swearing.