Soon I will be..older!
I started to go off on a rant about where I thought I would be at this age when I was talking to my boy last week. The only things I could think of were a non-entry level job and my own place. I don’t remember what I had expected out of life when I was younger. I’ll have to check some old journals.I’ll probably find something about Kurt Cobain and being dead by this age.
I have training at work tomorrow and Friday. I miss grade school when I had my birthday off because of Columbus Day. Training at 7am will not stop me from drinking and dancing like a monkey later that night! There’s no dancefloor at the bar but I will dance dammit.
I’m sad that my boy won’t be there. Not having a date for your own party is kind of lame. I think I’m just bitter about him always being gone. I kept my bitterness to myself and drove around tonight listening to Elliot Smith until I realized that was putting me in a worse mood. I have this magic way of thinking about situations that could happen and getting upset over them like they really were happening. The upsetness goes away within a few minutes but it is odd feeling real anger over something that did not happen. It could happen, yes. A lot of things could happen..