I’m Twenty-five Percent Dead.

I have completely one quarter of my life. How uplifting is that huh?
Everyday I wonder if I will ever be the person I see in my head. I want to find myself someday living in a great house with a great guy a great kid in a great school and a great job with a great car in the garage on a great curvey driveway that great friends park when they come over for a great dinner and great fun and games afterwish my great guy and I go to our bedroom and have great sex celebrating our greatness-in-love with each other.

I have 75% of my life left to make this happen. If I have gotten this far with 25%, I think I can make it happen.

And you thought this was going to be a depressing post.

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