Ok, I think I am having my 30 crisis. Suprisingly not like my friends because most of them are fuck ups. They all worry about how much money they "didn't make". I just want to get away. I want to buy a conversion van and roll. Can I crash at your house on the way???

Oh god.....I wanna go away from here!!!!
I should have worried about making money, like my mom always tried to warn me about. But then my grandma (a.k.a. Crazy Lady) just told me, "Marry someone rich, Jolly."
Shoulda listened, but no... I could live on love! What a dumb ass I was/am.
I, myself, am on the verge of saying "Fuck it!" again. O'm the "fuck it" queen. I'm just not good at staying inside the lines for very long.
[Edited on Apr 14, 2005 10:02AM]