Is this real life?!
So. Apparently the fates are conspiring to make up for my shitty parents by granting my wildest dreams.
I'm buying a house. I close on March 14. My own house. By myself. Like a grown-up.
I'm planning my THIRD trip to Europe this summer, with Gramma and little cousin.
As far as I'm concerned, life does not get any better than this. Honestly.
Well, unless Jeff Goldblum appears at my door with a supply of endless orgasms
I'm buying a house. I close on March 14. My own house. By myself. Like a grown-up.
I'm planning my THIRD trip to Europe this summer, with Gramma and little cousin.
As far as I'm concerned, life does not get any better than this. Honestly.
Well, unless Jeff Goldblum appears at my door with a supply of endless orgasms