A friend of mine told me today that my blog has run out of "scandeelous" stories to keep him entertained and that my blog has gotten "too serious". But alas, we can't all be young and reckless forever.
This first book of my life is coming to an end. My Scandeelous Life was a beautiful disaster - something that a quiet, straight-edge girl in High School could never have dreamed of in a million years. I have been half way around the world and back twice and seen and done some crazy things, felt amazing highs and horrifying lows, and gotten in and out of all kinds of trouble. I had my hay-day throughout college and my 20s of all night partying, drug experimentation, casual sex, girl-on-girl encounters, rollercoaster relationships. And as much as I would love to go back and relive all those amazing adventures, road trips, weekends staying out from Friday night until Sunday afternoon, going to work on 3 hours of sleep or still drunk, mornings-after nursing horrendous hangovers and trying to piece together parts of drunken, blacked out nights, I just have one thing to say:
You have to grow up sometime.