i'm 24 today. and i feel much older and more bitter than i should.
birthdays. the time to reflect back, even more indepth, at yet another year completely wasted with not a single fucking thing to show for it.
by 25
-i'll have that perfect woman who i treat like and refer to as my queen.
-i'll have a house. (preferably a monolithic dome home that i built)
-i'll be able to financially help out my broke ass mother.
-people will be buying my paintings.
-i will have a legitimate exhibition.
-i will have done several live shows with the female vocalist (preferably my queen) i'll be working with. and people will love us.
-i'll make significantly more than the like $8000 a year chicken feed that i make now.
-i will have health and dental insurance.
-my wardrobe will consist of more than just black hanes t-shirts and authentically worn out blue jeans.
-i will have actually paid off or at least begun paying off all of my debts.
-i won't be focusing 100% of my energy on other people, but will instead think of myself more often. (except when it comes to my queen's needs)
by 25
-i'll have that perfect woman who i treat like and refer to as my queen.
-i'll have a house. (preferably a monolithic dome home that i built)
-i'll be able to financially help out my broke ass mother.
-people will be buying my paintings.
-i will have a legitimate exhibition.
-i will have done several live shows with the female vocalist (preferably my queen) i'll be working with. and people will love us.
-i'll make significantly more than the like $8000 a year chicken feed that i make now.
-i will have health and dental insurance.
-my wardrobe will consist of more than just black hanes t-shirts and authentically worn out blue jeans.
-i will have actually paid off or at least begun paying off all of my debts.
-i won't be focusing 100% of my energy on other people, but will instead think of myself more often. (except when it comes to my queen's needs)