I dig a hole.
I'm too young to feel this old. It seems to me I had more fun just a few years ago then I have now. Now is only work-work at a job that doesn't pay me nearly enough, back to stressing my ass off about not having any money, scrambling to pay bills, trying to have fun, trying to have a life. CJ and I put our money together, but it's never enough. It is but it isn't. I don't want to just GET BY. I want to LIVE. I am old and boring. My ideas bend and fold in my mind. I'm picking up mosaicing again and I'm going to throw decoupage into the mix-maybe that'll give me something to talk about. Oh woe-24 and such a bore.