Yes, it's true. Fridays are wonderful creations. All week I've had to listen to obnoxious little middle schoolers complain about how hard school is. Well, I got news for you kids: it only goes downhill from there. Sure it's my job to smile and tell them it will all be alright, but in reality, all they have to look forward to are bills and dirty dishes. I hate to sound so negative, because there are good things about being an adult as well. I just wish it hadn't snuck up on me so fast.
Being old sucks. For example, it's a perfectly beautiful friday night. I live in the heart of a happening city. Sixteen stories up and I can still hear the "bump bump" of a club not even two blocks away.... I'm all dressed up. My boyfriend is asleep in the bedroom, passed out from a long day of video games. My roommates are gone buzzing around town. Here I sit; on gaia. I would be out and about if it weren't for the simple fact that you don't walk by yourself at night around here or you disappear. Tomorrow night? Balance my check book, do laundry, and have dinner with the parents. If I feel feisty? Maybe I'll clean my fishtank, or take the ferret for a walk...
What's wrong with me? I used to be SO much more fun. Random road trips in the middle of the night to mexico, just because we wanted real tacos; race a train on foot across a beach; fight fires just to pass the time... it all seems so long ago.
Please, anybody, tell me they had a better weekend than I.
~hopefully yours~
~Poof
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