last night at the bar, a fairly good friend of mine asked me if i had a life plan. or what was going on with my life plan. i told her i didn't have one. she asked if that stressed me out. i said no. am i supposed to have a life plan? i'm a pretty big procrastinator, so maybe i was supposed to write out some life plan back when i was graduating college. i don't know. i told her that i want to work, i want to paint, and i want to fall in love. isn't that good enough? i don't want to make xxx amount of money. i don't know if i want kids. i don't picture the settled life, at least i can't right now. i have no idea what the future is supposed to look like for me.

and now that she planted that seed in my mind, i'm starting to wonder if i'm just leading a meandering life. and if there is something somehow wrong with that.

also, i love photobooths. seriously.