I have been giving this a lot of thought tonight, since the time has come that I will be needing it. Here is what I would like my tombstone to read.
Here Lies Sean. He Was A Bitter Old Coot. He Was Not Happy For Anyone That Includes, But Not Limited To, Married People, People With Kids, People Who Have Found Their Soulmate, People Who Have Their Career Mapped Out, Or People Who Are Generally Happy With Their Lives. Naturally He Died Alone. Luckily His Potential Died Long Before He Did. And He Was Fat. (Yeah it’s going to be a big tombstone.)
In other words, Happy Fucking 30th Birthday to me.
Fuck.
Hey, it took me until 50 years old to be happy with my lot in life. I really am and I'm married for the second time, life is all about making mistakes and getting over them. Trust me it does get better with time. Plus after 50 you just don't give a fuck about stuff that was important 20 years back.
Posted by: Toni Miller | July 20, 2011 at 07:27 PM
Even in your bitterness, you are so much more awesome than almost everyone. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Posted by: Stephanie Soileau | July 20, 2011 at 11:17 PM