Sunshine Days

I woke up this morning with such purpose...to go shopping and spend more money that I should be saving now that I am 30 years old and officially aging closer to 40. I guess I should just enjoy this year, though, enjoy being simply 30. Not 24, not 36, just 30. 31 might be more of a slap to the face, more of a wake up call, kind of like a huge foghorn in my ear telling me to stop acting like I'm still a teenager and get my shit together! I mean, I have a job. I rent my own (very small) spartment. I pay bills on time, but my credit store is still horrible. Let me say, if anyone thinks that one or two forgotten student loans and a few random unpaid bills forgotten from long ago cannot destroy your credit score almost permanently, then you need to get the memo. It will kill your credit score, and when you're 35 years old and you want to lease a new SUV to fit your expanding family or whatever, and the car dealer says no bueno, then you will figure it out. But I'm single and have no children, no car, not even a bike. They scare me. My life might be a bit easier if I had one, but they're expensive as hell. Like 800 dollars for a brand new, and I don't feel like buying a used bike is smart, either. I don't need a wheel popping off as I'm riding down a busy street. So, purchases. I bought some makeup I don't really need, and some colored pants. I wasn't sure about them at first, but I've come to love brightly colored jeans. And I keep seeing Jessica Alba wearing every color of the rainbow in US Magazine pictures and whatnot, and she's 31, so I guess I'm not looking like a fool. It would help my situation if I was as gorgeous as she is, though, but that will never happen. I've come to peace with being average. Now I'm having very late morning iced coffee at a dingy hipster hangout in the Mission. I'm going to a shoe store to hopefully buy 2 more pairs of moccasins. I have a newfound love for these kind of random shoes. They're not sneakers and therefore a bit more acceptable if you have to go someplace nice. I can't wear dress shoes. Boots and I don't mix. I feel that they're cumbersome and usually add 2 inches which I hate. Dressy flats cut your feet bloody raw, and there's sadly not much need for flip flops or nicer sandals in the Bay Area except for a few days/weeks a year. The weather and sandals don't really mix out here. I'm going to go back home soon and try to do laundry, and clean the bathroom a bit. And then rent a movie or something. That's about all. It's hot out. Warmish. I still don't trust the weather so I wear hoodies constantly.