to alternate between nightly rituals of acne- and antiwrinkle- cream
knowing i'm the worst sort of late bloomer amongst best friends having babies and 60K careers homes in the suburbs and financial security country clubs and in-ground pools
even when my pleasure comes from concert tickets and chinese take-out shaking my ass to a band covering limp bizkit and $2 coors light specials... inadequacy fills me
my desires betray me will there ever be a compromise? will i become the coolest soccermom, the temp agency's star employee, the pink-haired jazz singer, loved by all?
will you still love me, tomorrow...?
sneaking smokes like i'm 16 skinny dipping in the atlantic ocean falling down drunk in my best friend's arms crushing on pop stars
i don't wanna grow up... but i do.
diet pepsi and day-long fasts hershey's miniatures when i'm sick wavering between wanting to get high, and wanting to walk the straight and narrow
you make me want to be a better person...
there's a certain odd joy to laundry and dusting saturday chores and errands: oil changes, grocery shopping, manicures
for my 30th birthday, i think i'd like to throw a prom for all my friends a dj and chicken cordon bleu (and booze, of course, since we're all of age) photographic memories and champagne glass momentos
this is the time to remember, 'cause it will not last forever...
am i that far behind? or just unconventionally conventional in my ideas?