Thursday, October 2, 2008

Planning a Crisis

Tomorrow. Doomsday. My birthday. My 35th birthday to be exact, which means I will be officially MIDDLE-AGED!

Too young, you say? I think not. I only plan on living till I'm 72--possibly 73. So, this makes me middle-aged.

The problem is finding the perfect crisis.

Do I board a train hobo-style and travel town to town eeking out a meager existence?
Do I board a plane and travel to some distant Indian village and learn to commune with nature (and bugs and disease)?
Do I hop in the car and drive to Destination Unknown, but I'll know I found it when it's the place my car breaks down?

Or do I go for more glamorous? Boob-lift? Butt-lift? Gut-lift?

I don't know what it'll be. But in the meantime I'm going to enjoy my last moments of life as I know it :)