I turn 25 on Sunday.
Now that I am in my 20's, 25 doesn't seem so bad.
However, when I was younger, 25 was OLD. Like, saggy boobs and Geritol style old. I'm that crazy person who takes stock of things on my birthday, which is by far the most depressing thing in the world.
Here's how things panned out.
Where I Thought I'd Be: Living in an awesome apartment in the city.
Where I'm At Now: I live in a craptacular apartment just outside the city, where the crazy ass landlord wants another $1000 deposit to let me renew my lease. Given it's proximity to the city, I'm marking this as a win, even if it is a piece of shit apartment.
Where I Thought I'd Be: Ruling my own country on a far away island full of natives who worshipped me.
Where I'm At Now: I'm marginally famous on the Internet. By that I mean, I wrote something that everyone and their brother plagiarizes. I need to work on this.
Where I Thought I'd Be: Working in my own office downtown.
Where I'm At Now: SCORE. Fucking score. We are moving downtown sometime in the winter.
Where I Thought I'd Be: Rich driving a Mercedes.
Where I'm At Now: Poor driving a Malibu. Well, working on the poor thing. Apparently it's a step by step process. I'm up to my butt cheeks in debt but I'm sure it'll get better.
Where I Thought I'd Be: In a long term relationship with the love of my life.
Where I'm At Now: Still bitter that I wasted my time with that jackass and having occasional deluded fantasies about attacking his car with a pick axe.
Well....2 out of 5 isn't bad?
I have faith that by some miracle on August 12th I will somehow be debt free and showered with flowers, cash, sparkly jewelry, new cars and affection from male models.
(And a quick early happy birthday to my twin sister, and my cousin Matthew who share my birthday. And a quick fuck you for taking my special day.)