Today was a good day. I mean it. It started off with my dog refusing to let me sleep just another 5 minutes. It got better by 7am, though. and by better I mean nutella/banana quesadilla better. That’s right. Pinterest saved my day real early this morning (is that thing doing better in stocks yet, ’cause it SHOULD BE). One massive tortilla, heaping tablespoon of nutella, and overripe banana later I was HAPPY. Except that it’s Saturday, which meant I was home, which meant I had no access to my usual BOMB.COM coffee in SF’s Financial District (lovingly dubbed ‘FiDi’ from here on). What’s a girl to do? Luckily for us outer-richmond (aka ‘bumblefuck’ district) dwellers, this place has been blessed by the hipster gods. A short 7 minute drive leads you straight to Andytown which is home to the Snowy Plover – an exquisite drink made up of an espresso shot, pellegrino sparkling water topped with Fresh Crema ( because it is so magnificent, it SHOULD be capitalized, OKAY?!). anyway, YES you read right – its a cold, sparkling, espresso drink topped with crema. Are your tastebuds imagining this right now because THEY’RE DOING IT WRONG. I can’t wait to try this at home – as soon as i get an espresso machine that is.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my day. Fast forward a few hours later though, and I was back to contemplating my usual ‘how do i get rich by tomorrow’ problem. Oh, crap – I just realized I forgot to buy lottery tickets. Anyway, I read an article on Refinery29 talking about how great Poshmark is, and while it’s obviously not a get rich quick scheme, its definitely a clean-out-my-closet-while-adding-cash-to-my-wallet scheme, and I’m sooooo down for that. I uploaded a couple things, indulged my iPhone photography skills, and then bought a new sweater. Yea that’s right. I’ve actually lost money since making an account….are there adultiness multivitamins I can take, cause clearly I have an acting-like-a-grownup deficiency.
Let’s be real though – who’s 25 and an adult? What makes an adult nowadays anyway? Is it marriage, kids, a high paying job? Who the hell has a high paying job at 25? By high paying I mean able to purchase a home on take home pay alone. If you can’t do that, you don’t have a high paying job. Let me add a criterion: who do you know thats 25, an adult, and doesn’t have rich parents? Everyone I can think of currently works for Hollywood, or, well, YouTube (hi Jaclyn!!!! i love youuuuu ). Ok, enough with the fangirling.
Anyway, the only actual ‘adult’ part of me is my sleep demand. For example, its currently 9:15 pm and way past my bedtime 😉 catch ya later, blogosphere.
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