I'm looking forward to my thirties. They seem like so much fun.
Because I know it's going to be just like those commercials where a bunch of thirty-somethings sit in a log cabin, sipping their Chardonnay and laughing about old times.
It IS going to be just like that, isn't it?
Feel that? That itch in the gut of your soul? The voice that says, "If only I had…"
That's Regret gnawing at you there.
It's the haunting feeling that makes you look back at that one party you had to leave early because you had work the next day. Even though you were having a great time. Because you're responsible like that.
It's not too late! There's still time for you! Don't wait any longer; act now!
I'm talking IRAs, man, IRAs! Individual Retirement Accounts!
Sniff sniff.
Smells good.
Okay, this black shirt can go back into rotation.
Sniff sniff. Whoa. This dark red one can't.
I am now the owner of my very first car: a brand-spanking new 2000 Ford Mustang Convertible baby!
I'll admit, I've never been a true car enthusiast. I know that to some people, my V6 automatic is a sacrilege to the Mustang name and Sports Car genre. I know they see me as a Yuppie Wanna-be-Badass.
So to all of them, I flip the bird.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA