When did I get old?
Saturday, March 14th, 2009I would rather go to bed early than party at a club where a world-class FAMOUS DJ is spinning!
I would rather go to bed early so that I can wake up early on Sunday and get a good workout in, instead of staying up til 4am dancing with Carl Cox bangin out beats?!
I have a ride to the club and a VIP (no cover) hookup…
So I have NO REASON to stay at home.
And here I sit. Typing into this stupid blog.
What is my problem?
I’m old. I think I might be coming down with a cold and I would rather rest up than risk getting too sick to go to work. I would rather not have work pile up on me. I would rather catch up on sleep than struggle through a week of work.
I feel like an old lady!
And while I’m complaining like one, let me add to this:
I’m going to end up a spinster! I don’t care. I am not going to settle down with someone just because I’m 31. There. I said it! I’m 31 years old! That doesn’t mean I’m going to compromise my needs.
I’m having an pre-mid-life crisis. Basically.
More complaints: I lift weights until I can’t move my wrists, I run until my knees are worn down, and I do cardio until my face turns red and then turns white… and I still don’t lose weight!
My life doesn’t suck, but boy am I frustrated.
Gotta think about the good things in life and not let the sucky shit bring me down. I think I’m just sexually frustrated… I’ll leave it at that.
