In less than a month I will 24 years old, which is only two
years away from my scary age of 26, 26 absolutely terrifies me, I don’t know
why but on my 26th birthday you will find me curled up in the fetal
position with wine, crying, I can almost guarantee it. So when you are almost
24 and you spend your Friday night, in bed, living in your parents basement, listening
to Bon Iver instead of getting up and going on a date you start to really think
to yourself “what am I doing with my life.” When you spend your Saturday night
at a nightclub where the average age of every one in attendance is 17, girls
scream “OH MY GAAWWDD I LOVE THIS SONG!” and “DO YOU LIKE TOTALLY THINK I’LL
NEED ID,, you think “wow...this is what I am doing with my life, fuck.” Then
when you spend your Sunday night at Melvin’s house drinking beer and hanging
out you think “well...can’t get much worse can it?” And that is my weekend. In
a nut shell...and then I reached a new low this morning when my gas light came
on and I put ten dollars worth of gas in my tank and I paid with Loonies. Not
even strippers who get paid in loonies have so little dignity that they pay in
Loonies. But I feel zero shame, because you know where my money went? Boonstock
tickets and a bridesmaid dress for Jenna’s wedding. Totally worth it. So when
you see me pushing my car home because I have ran out of Loonies and can no
longer fill my gas tank this week, know that it is totally worth it.
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