Wait just a moment, please

Now I'm the kind of girl that really does live in the moment. I like being spontaneous. I haven't plan or thought a head in years. It’s not my forte. It’s exciting to do things you know you shouldn’t be doing or to encourage something you know that’s gonna get you in trouble (all the good kind I swear). It’s thrilling when you’re being adventurous; on the spot let’s do this type of thing. Now I have been the voice of reason on many occasions, but that’s on for things that will get you thrown in jail, (cause we really ain’t got no monies for bail) that’s just not cute.

But let’s face is spontaneity is for the young. Oh sure, I’m still kind of young via my age, but more really my face. Yes, I know it sounds conceded but it’s true and very annoying. I get carded all the time, I’m kind of past eighteen and though I hate to admit this I’m also past twenty-five (now that I act like I’m ten is a completely different story). But still when I go buy spirits or tobacco, those bastards ask anyways. *sighs*

I’d like to think that I’ll always be like that unreliable and fun loving. As I look at myself now that’s just not who I am any more, finding myself older and older (you know you never really ever believe that you’ll get this old) makes you think about that stupid thing called the future. Ugh! The future and age sucks, balls! Big giant ones. All I want is to be able to stay up all night and drink till I pass out. Then get up two hours later; go to work all drunk and disorderly (but looking fresh as a daisy). While getting all my work done like before. Sadly I can’t, it makes me wanna cry a little in my face.

Why yesterday I was supposed to go out, and I really wanted to too. So I got home from work. Laid down to relax and watch some TV. Then I promptly fell asleep?! As I woke up four hours later from my not nap.  I awoke and raised my head and in that groggy moment when, my thoughts of getting up to see if I could still go out. Then looking at the time and thinking… Screw that Mmmmmmm sleep better… swiftly dropping my head back to my warm, warm, warm pillow before I have to wake in the wee hours of the morning for work. Ah the sadness, in fact I don’t know if it makes me wanna cry or laugh...

-Adriana