dream house!
So, this is it. I'm 20 years old. I've got to say, being a teenager had it's ups and downs - but that's because I learned how to masturbate later than most kids.
Now, as an adult, I don't have the desire to do that kid stuff anymore. This may or may not be the fault of those "sexual side effects" that Zoloft warns on the label. I never thought I'd be making excuses for getting out of a date with myself.
"Nah, dude. I need to get to bed, do some reading. Maybe tomorrow."
Most great artists emerge into the public eye before they're 30, so this means I'll have to break the mold. I'll be a world-reknown somethingorother by the time I'm 50. If not, I'll be long dead. In either case, I won't be working too hard for very long. If I'm unable to buy my nice beachfront property, I'll try and get buried there. Maybe have one of my uncles sneak in and dump my ashes in the sand.
Maybe I'll get married in the next ten years! Since you're wondering, here is my perfect wedding scenario:
I am wearing some semi-casual attire, as is my bride-to-be. We're in some law office with this quiet dude sitting at the table across from us and we sign an offical document and when we're done we are legally married!
WOO HOO!
And I'll have a car, too! This is what my dream car will have:
-Wheels
-A Steering Wheel
-An engine
-Seats
-Windows
There's some other stuff, but you can't see it, so it's not worth mentioning.
My dream house? It will have room for all my stuff!
But will I ever really be happy? Do these things matter?
Who the fuck knows?
Alex
Now, as an adult, I don't have the desire to do that kid stuff anymore. This may or may not be the fault of those "sexual side effects" that Zoloft warns on the label. I never thought I'd be making excuses for getting out of a date with myself.
"Nah, dude. I need to get to bed, do some reading. Maybe tomorrow."
Most great artists emerge into the public eye before they're 30, so this means I'll have to break the mold. I'll be a world-reknown somethingorother by the time I'm 50. If not, I'll be long dead. In either case, I won't be working too hard for very long. If I'm unable to buy my nice beachfront property, I'll try and get buried there. Maybe have one of my uncles sneak in and dump my ashes in the sand.
Maybe I'll get married in the next ten years! Since you're wondering, here is my perfect wedding scenario:
I am wearing some semi-casual attire, as is my bride-to-be. We're in some law office with this quiet dude sitting at the table across from us and we sign an offical document and when we're done we are legally married!
WOO HOO!
And I'll have a car, too! This is what my dream car will have:
-Wheels
-A Steering Wheel
-An engine
-Seats
-Windows
There's some other stuff, but you can't see it, so it's not worth mentioning.
My dream house? It will have room for all my stuff!
But will I ever really be happy? Do these things matter?
Who the fuck knows?
Alex