Little Girl

So Florida, eh? You were right. Nice going. I made muffins today. Blueberry. I know, you're surprised. You should be, because I am. Knitting, baking, what will be next? It's like the universe has been thrown on its ear or something. Who knew I would be sitting here, in a real piece of furniture that I didn't get at Ikea, staring at my made bed, smelling freshly baked muffins, getting ready to write a paper and do some more knitting while thinking about the groceries I need to pick up this week (tomatoes and potatoes are on sale, as are mangoes)?

One would think I have become a responsible adult, but fear not. I am anxiously awaiting my next payday, which is not until next week, and I have more beer in my fridge than food. I set off the smoke alarm when the dust started burning off in the oven, and I took a three hour nap while it was still light out. It's not even 10 and I am in my pajamas (or at least clothes I'm willing to sleep in. Aside from these things, I'm still also extremely childish and immature, and my social decisions are at the level of a fifteen year old (not friendly with the new girlfriend, attracted to emotionally or circumstantially unavailable men, and completely desperate for sex).

So don't worry. I'm still just a little girl inside.