May 26, 2007 20:04
Hundreds of Hours 'Til Fluffy : Part Three, You Cruise, You Lose
I'm getting horrifically old. Not in the sense that my life is almost over, but in the sense that my childhood has all but vanished.
I'm not exactly in a mid-mid-life crisis, I just feel sad that I can no longer indulge in the luxuries of the underage life.
Bills, apartments, bad independent music...I feel like life is kicking me in the balls.
In any case, this is basically as old as I want to get. So I've decided how I'm going to spend my life as an elderly gentleman.
I have decided to become a cruisefellow. I'm going to become sea-based. From age 65 onward, I will continue my life hopping from cruise ship to cruise ship. I really don't mind the route of these cruise ships, I just know I'll be on them.
Why?
The luxury of it all! The buffets, the bad comedians, the single foxy elderly bitches. Of course, the bills will add up, but I'll be able to easily pull the "oh my! I must have left my ticket at home!" No one doubts the elderly.
No one.