thank you my friend

I am pretty sure that I will be the only person interested in what I have to say... I guess I am truly jealous of anyone that has their 15 minutes of fame (read: reality television shows), but I cannot be edited by big corporations to fit their story lines. I would say or sell their products, but maybe I can get a sponsor.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Will You Still Need Me When I'm 34?

That's right... 34. How about that? Unlike some of these other gals, I ain't afraid to say my age. I'm 34 years old and I like to kick, stretch and KICK! I'm 34!

Look, I know 34 isn't old. But I have a thing about dying. Don't want to do it, not interested. I'll do all that I can to avoid it. I think about dying just as I am drifting off to sleep... and I think to myself that I would be really lucky to just die in my sleep and how this could be my last breath.

I do have a thing about death but there are a couple of things that have gotten me thinking about it lately. The song "What Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie and the fact that Oprah Winfrey is in her 50s and that there is more time behind her than in front of her. This was on Larry King Live with Oprah and her minions from her XM station. I don't watch Oprah, don't get the wrong idea.

See, Oprah and I have something in common.

Anyways, what I think I fear most is not being on Earth and what happens in between the here and the hereafter.

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