#40 or "All day and all of the night"

As of today, I am still the last person I know (of my peers of course) who has yet to start a Real Life.
I still live The Life I Want, which primarily involves sleeping till noon and drinking whenever it strikes my fancy.
I can't say I'm particularly hurt by my stunted growth.

Also pretty sure one of my friends has cancer. At least I think so. Nonetheless, he's on radiation.
Which begs the question, what illness other than cancer calls for radiation?
Probably lots. Things to Google. When I have nothing better to do.

Today I found out my only living grandparent has taken a turn for the worse.
Papa Daddy, as we called him, has had Alzheimer's for a while and finally moved back to Waco to be closer to family.
My mother threw a shit fit saying, "No one TOLDDDD me!"
Which is ironic because she hasn't returned the man's phone calls in 15 years.
If I had a father who gave enough of a shit to call me, I'd pick up the god damned phone. But that's just me.
Basically, if I'm dying, my mother is probably the last person I'm going to call. She would make my death all about her. Kinda like she's tried to make my life.
BUT TO NO AVAIL.

My future involves lots of karaoke and approaching men at random.
That whole fear of rejection thing has totally died down in the event of my complete and utter boredom.
And because I face rejection everyday in the damned job market.
And most likely with my grad school applications.
I think it will make me a more rounded person.
(That's just what failures say.)

Also starting to spam major magazines in attempt to get published and fulfill Life Goal No. 9. I'm doling out essays with classic titles like : My Life As A Fat Girl.
This should go well.
Here's to the return of the Kinks in my life and pretending I live in the 60's.

#40 - After a date, be sure to call the guy at least within the next 6 hours just to say "...it made me think of you."