5 at 5!

Hmm… In no way is this rant aimed toward hurting feelings or declaring war, however due to sensitivity this will no doubt do just that. I can’t keep remaining silent! It’s getting painful to smile and hide the “fuck it” on my face. (Insert silent plea for help here)

You are no doubt wondering about the meaning of this blog title and I’ll get to that shortly. But first I’d just like to go on record in saying that everything happens for a reason and the steps we take each and every day lead us to the next. Oh, and I appreciate my position.

But… I am a grown fucking woman!

Before I continue, let me lay out a few facts for you.

ª Fact: I play a lot.

ª Fact: I like to laugh (studies show that laughing reduces belly fat)

ª Fact: I’m not always taken seriously as an adult because of my constant banter with those younger than I.

But… I am a grown fucking woman!

The only time I am treated like an adult is during work hours from 8-4:30 hence the title. It is at the stroke of 5 I regress back into a 5 year old girl and I’m under constant scrutiny. Why can’t I have company and be left alone? Why is every move I make watched? I pay my bills on time, I pay my rent on time whilst others are left to frolic immaturely and do whatever they please. Granted, my company in question is younger than me but come on now this is the 21^st century! You don’t only have to hang out with people your age because lets face another,

ª Fact: Some “older” folk are not always the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree.

I mean, it’s a sad day in America when your most intellectual conversation comes from children, not a jab at the children of course!

And…

ª Fact: Company In question is of legal age to do with whatever the hell I wanted IF he chose to do so. (and I meant that just how I wrote it)

Which brings me to another topic, dating younger than you? Yay or Nay? Look for it soon!