stripededge

So I woke on the 21st feeling like shit. I hate my birthday. I really do. I now am officially known as in my "mid-twenties" and its not the getting old that drives me nuts its the lack of accomplishment. Being a solider overseas just doesnt have the zing. Its not complete. Its ongoing. So at 24 I havent accomplished anything im just, accomplishing something. I really want to move onto something new in my life. So I rashly told my roomate we are back packing across Europe this Fall. Yea, theres a mid life crisis for ya. Just up and do something spontaneous and outgoing. And my tattoo is all part of it. Its time to start living before mid twenties turns to late twenties. Casual sex and drunken weekends are all fun. But The world is out there. I feel so limited in my small slice of earth. And what really has been chapping my ass since my return from CT is the fact that im single with a master bedroom in a king size house with no one to lay next to me. At least no one I want to wake up with. At least the birthday party was a blast.

Now if youll excuse me I have a repair a hole in the wall from where a drunken 90 pound weakling in a Spider man mask stabbed it with a katana so he wouldnt be nailed with ping pong balls during the poker game.

** and no....that is not made up**