I really don't.

Do you ever feel like you're just running out of room? In your tiny apartment? In your favorite jeans? On your VISA card?

I was thinking about this while I was at Taco Time ordering a burrito today on my lunch break from my entry level job, and wondered how I would ever get more space. Never mind that I need a burrito like a fish needs a bike.

The only comfort to me at that point was the fact that all of my friends are in a similar situation. I bank on the comfort of knowing we're about one pay period away from total demise and that hopefully, it won't always be that way. The moment deserved a small celebration, so I sprung for the combo meal.

I think that I probably just need a hobby that is free. After all, I can't Facebook ALL DAY. That's where this blog comes in. It is a place where all my bleeding heart designer jean love and my need stay just behind the curve of what is cool comes to drink espresso. Or Red Bull? Diet Coke. Who are we kidding?

It's a place where I can lay in my terrible bed in my tiny apartment with my laptop left over from college (only sometimes shuts down while I'm opening iTunes and is missing the right arrow key), eat a Lean Cuisine and think about the future.

And then, maybe one day, I can write myself into a twentysomething nirvana...I don't even know.