the woman that lives underneath me is having a next level argument with her kid - i can't tell if its a boy or a girl, just high pitched and prone to draw out syllables like "maaaaaaham!"
just another reminder that being in your 20's is without parallel, hands-down so fucking good. when i was little my mom and i fought a ton, in retrospect it had everything to do with her making me an equal way early, and me freaking out whenever i got treated like a kid again.
right now im wrapping up presents to see a handful of my closest friends in the world. in the meantime i might get coffee or smoke a bowl or eat one of the brownies that are cooling on top of my oven. i can't think of anything nicer than being 25.
