It’s now after midnight and it’s the 11th December 2008. I’m ONE day away from being 35!
35!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who’d have thought I’d have got here????? Alright, as compared to being 90 it’s nothing but I’m no longer young young and I hate that.
When I hit 30 (which was horrid) I was saying goodbye to my Twenties but tomorrow I’ll be saying hello to my Forties because that’s the next landmark number.
I don’t like this at all.
By now, I should be settled down with a significant other, in full-time work with a mortgage, a car and perhaps a pet or two between us. I don’t have any of that.
What I do have is a lack of hair on my head, the remainder of which is rapidly going grey; a shit dress-sense; an encroaching waistline and an interview next week with a fast food company. Things haven’t exactly panned out as I thought they would.
I’m over-the-hill!
