SCRAMBLED MEGS
if ever asked to look at yourself, don't.
I just wanna bake, cook, look after things, read at my leisure, take photographs of gorgeous people with missing teeth, fuzzy hair and a story to tell, explore, lay low, sit in trees, walk dogs and not have to deal with working in an unimaginative industry, with people that don’t spend enough time making their wives moan, giving their children cuddles, dancing or chewing their food. Stupid world. I have to work for a ridiculous amount of years just to get to the point where I can retire - too bad that by that point I likely won’t be quick or agile enough to enjoy the things I want to right now.
One day when I get some stuff out of the way, I’m going to quit my job and work in a garden or a dog shelter or something. Or just spend heaps of time volunteering. Doing what I WANT. What makes me feel happy.
Oh, right, I forgot… I’ll probably want a mortgage by that point.
*facepalm*
