Fancy Big City Flashy Shiny Space Age Crap
Ok so the other day I had something really great to post about...and I did..I typed and typed it all out. I had seen a headline that bothered me and I was fuming. I made great points, but You'll never read them. Because just a few lines before finishung, the phone rang. I jumped up and ran to answer it, and while I was out of the room Maggie did something to the computer and erased it. I came back in, and the html box was empty, and Maggie was sitting there smirking at me. I didnt have the heart to try and recall everything I had written. In fact I was so frustrated I didnt ever want to think of the subject again.
So here I am...
I just had a birthday a few days ago and I feel old again. Me! I was always the kid in every group, but not anymore. As time goes on, its harder and harder justifying putting off all the things I said I would eventually do with my life.
That and the fact that no one remembers your borthday when you get older. My mother in law and her significant other were the only people who remembered my birthday and sent me card. Not one person in my own family even called me or said happy birthday. Oh well, no biggie, life goes on.
It gave me a good excuse to buy myself a really cool fellowship of the rings poster. One down, many to go. Ill hang it in my new living room and stare at. Ill call it my precious. My own.