So, I just missed FedEx a little while ago, and I got really pissed. Walked back, kicked my car, yelled out loud, pissed. The packages are inconsequential... and I realize this while waiting on hold with their phone support making sure they're not delivered tomorrow. The difference between today and tomorrow does not matter, so why should it affect my mood.
Why, then, am I so concerned with tomorrow? Simple, really, I am starting to feel old. I think about tomorrow a lot more... when I drink or do drugs I need "recovery time." I have chunks of time that are "my high school years" and "my college years."
I posted this pic earlier in response to what I read in what I consider my favorite suicidegirl's journal.
There is more to being my favorite than looks, there are plenty of beautiful and exotic women on the site. They have to also come off as interesting people and update to keep up with their lives. I am ready to boot one from my list as she's going on a week without an update.
Anyhow, the picture is important, because she doesn't have to worry about buying heels again. She knows, that she has the heels thing covered. I'm just really getting frustrated with the more demands my body is making as far as routine maintenance, with all the sleeping, eating, pooping, supplementing, exercising, etc... and it's only going to get worse. I mean, how many people, when recounting their lives, said they went out and had too much sex? Or too much fun? Or met too many people?
Why, then, am I so concerned with tomorrow? Simple, really, I am starting to feel old. I think about tomorrow a lot more... when I drink or do drugs I need "recovery time." I have chunks of time that are "my high school years" and "my college years."
I posted this pic earlier in response to what I read in what I consider my favorite suicidegirl's journal.
There is more to being my favorite than looks, there are plenty of beautiful and exotic women on the site. They have to also come off as interesting people and update to keep up with their lives. I am ready to boot one from my list as she's going on a week without an update.
Anyhow, the picture is important, because she doesn't have to worry about buying heels again. She knows, that she has the heels thing covered. I'm just really getting frustrated with the more demands my body is making as far as routine maintenance, with all the sleeping, eating, pooping, supplementing, exercising, etc... and it's only going to get worse. I mean, how many people, when recounting their lives, said they went out and had too much sex? Or too much fun? Or met too many people?
forgetit:
Dude, I totally hear you. I turned 30 this year. 30! It takes 3 days to recover from a serious drunkfest. I'm hating getting old. I'm sore as hell after a workout. I put on weight easier. The only good thing is that nothing has happened to my sex drive yet. I'm still looking forward to the future though. Being a husband and Dad and all. There's a bright future ahead. 
forgetit:
Oh, and I can get SO pissed off at inconsequential things. I realize it's dumb and it just doesn't matter. I'll stay pissed off for hours too.