I will be 40 some day.
It's a fact. Provided there is no death between now and then, I will be 40.. at some point.
The scariest part about all of it is that it really isn't
some day - it's a specific day. I could tell you to the hour, to the minute, when I will be 40.
Some how that makes it more real. Scary. Or something.
The worst part is that, 20, 40, whathave you - I'm not sure she'll ever want me. I'm not sure, to be honest, anyone in their right mind would. I'm not sure anyone in their right mind would want
anyone, nevermind me.
I stink. I have the sweats. I'm incapacitated to the point of not being able to think straight. seriously, took me a few minutes to write that last sentence. bummer.
I can't imagine anyone thinking that I'm a good idea for them. I can't imagine that, seeing me right now, anyone would consider me a good idea.
And I'll be 40 some day.