Other indicators of your old age: you’d rather rush back home after four hours at a funfair just to take a nice shower, cosy up in bed, load the best show in the world (ANTM FTW) while sleeptalking/singing to your bf online.
Back in the day when my age still had a one in front of the second digit, I’d be owning those funfairs man – this explains why I was way more energetic last Funorama (I WAS BARELY TWENTY). The era of fun&games is so over.
AND it doesn’t help that I feel like a cougar half the time I’m there.
The above photo is perfection. Relax. Pets. Lover. Books. Prints. Drapes. Colour. I love everything about it. I guess it could be a better scenario if the cats were dogs.