About Me
Where I see myself in 30 years time and the journey that I took:I'm 17 now, in 30 years I'll be 47. I forsee myself getting a crappy office job. Work 9 to ??, stress myself out needlessly. Grow a goatee, grow a beard. Grow white hair. Get a potbelly, excercise. Go out, meet women (not girls). Find a lady, whose quite hot, break my heart a couple of times. Find an average looking woman, marry her instead. Let my wife treat me like dirt, become a house husband. Seldolm have sex, and even if we do it's mediocre. Hardly see my wife, she's put on alot of weight, I pick up smoking, I keep my bank account loaded, be a stingy bastard. Divorce my wife when I'm 29, move to the country side (somewhere in Ireland) buy a quaint cottage with a fireplace, next to some creepy woodlands. Buy a typewriter, write children's fantasy books. Change from cigarettes to a pipe. Spend most of my money on tabacco and alcohol. Try to get my works published. Marry my farmhand's recently widowed daugther. Her name is Betty. She's a woman who doesn't know much about fashion or the vices of the modern world. She's pretty, but in a pleasant, earthly sort of way. She isn't stick thin, she's wide hipped, good for procreation. She knows how to plow the land, grow some subsistence crops. Buy a horse, a pig and a couple of chickens. Extend my cottage, we will have a nice porch, with two rocking chairs. I'll smoke my pipe while Betty sews baby cardigans one pink and one blue, because she's not sure if it'll be a boy or a girl. She has twins. I'm 35 by then. I'm a good father. I let my sons swing from my arms, let them sit on my shoulders and I'll make "aeroplane" sounds. Teach my kids how to cuss. Teach them how to defend themselves. Encourage them to read. Ruffle their hair. Tell them bedtime stories. Grow old with my wife. I love her very much. Tell her that I love her often. Tell my kids the same too. And I'll be 47.www.livejournal.com/users/a_prize_fighter
