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As I leave my 20s
Aug. 5th, 2011 10:49 pmI feel no different. Should I? I realise I have reached the stage of my life where I remember doing stuff and 'oh God, that was 15 years ago!' I suspect this will only get worse....
Mum asked me what I would like for my birthday and honestly I couldn't think of anything. Because when I think of my bedroom I think of too. Much. STUFF. And I mean in the sense of piled up and unable to move in there. It's a bit clearer and I have my shelves (about which I have been having almost erotic dreams!) but still there is the temptation to throw it all away and live in a cave.
I would take Woodbridge the Dog with me and train her to catch rats (if it's good enough for prisoners in North Korea it's good enough for me). We could travel south to a land where oranges and fairy cakes grow on trees. We'd find a nice cave by the seaside and I would catch fish (or kill passing tourists if the trade was bad) and she could terrify passing intruders.
I could get some more animals. If we went far enough we could get a vulture. I've always wanted a vulture. I would call him Alonso and he would be my friend. I'd take him for walks/flights along the road and we would gather wild herbs and roadkill for tasty stews. He would fly around the cave and tease Woodbridge.
I hope the turtles would take to me too, and the seals. I'd teach myself surfing and my pets would be there to help me when I fell. A seal would be nice, I'd call it Gordon and I'd rub his tummy and he'd help me beachcomb.
I'll grow a long beard (or shave my hair and stick it to my chin) and let my clothes become rags. I'll smoke a clay pipe and be contented with my nothing.
sounds great doesn't it!
Mum asked me what I would like for my birthday and honestly I couldn't think of anything. Because when I think of my bedroom I think of too. Much. STUFF. And I mean in the sense of piled up and unable to move in there. It's a bit clearer and I have my shelves (about which I have been having almost erotic dreams!) but still there is the temptation to throw it all away and live in a cave.
I would take Woodbridge the Dog with me and train her to catch rats (if it's good enough for prisoners in North Korea it's good enough for me). We could travel south to a land where oranges and fairy cakes grow on trees. We'd find a nice cave by the seaside and I would catch fish (or kill passing tourists if the trade was bad) and she could terrify passing intruders.
I could get some more animals. If we went far enough we could get a vulture. I've always wanted a vulture. I would call him Alonso and he would be my friend. I'd take him for walks/flights along the road and we would gather wild herbs and roadkill for tasty stews. He would fly around the cave and tease Woodbridge.
I hope the turtles would take to me too, and the seals. I'd teach myself surfing and my pets would be there to help me when I fell. A seal would be nice, I'd call it Gordon and I'd rub his tummy and he'd help me beachcomb.
I'll grow a long beard (or shave my hair and stick it to my chin) and let my clothes become rags. I'll smoke a clay pipe and be contented with my nothing.
sounds great doesn't it!
