My life, My Death

So it was a pretty dark, cool night. It was unusually calm, probably because most were at home sleeping. And there we were, just driving, me and my roomate jess. Just driving, talking and I kind of just froze. We were talking about what we’d do if we won a million dollars. What would we do, how’d we’d invest it and have a little fun. How we’d spread the wealth. I would spread the wealth I think.

I got to thinking, I’d pay off all of my bills and then make my immediate families financial problems disappear. After that I would buy myself and my roomates all croch rockets and we’d go out and have a little fun. I’d probably go out to eat and pay for everybody at like TGIF or some other semi-decent place we like to go to occasionally. It would be fun, so much stuff could be done …

Then we got to thinking about retirement and how we started talking about this I have no idea but I’ll continue anways.

Retirement. There are ONLY and when I say only I mean only, there are only two types of retirment people. There are the ones that are single, living from social security from month to month that need to balance there checkbook in order to get DishNetwork services or

There are the rich old retirees that do not want dishnetwork services anymore after being with the company for 9 years and subscribing to the biggest package. They don’t want the services anymore becuase new services would require a new installation and they do not want to ruin their brand new 300,000$ RV.

That’s it. I realised I want to be in the middle. I want to be old, married and living ok. I don’t want to travel, I just want to be content. I want to be the regular at Burger King when I walk in they take my order without asking and I sit down and read the newspaper. I want to read about my friend becoming president of the united states, I want to read about seeing my friends on the "red carpet" or even the new tour de france winner. I just want to be content with my life.

As for my death, I hope it to be quick and painless. I hope to be 110 years old screaming down the highway doing 195 miles per hour racing some punk teenager who’s honda has 2 dollars worth of modifications trying to impress his girlfriend and I want to just listen to the engine of my ’04 corvette just open up. Clutch engaged, heart pounding and palms sweaty.

How this came to my head I have no idea. Don’t find it terribly strange, it’s death. It’s a part of life that everybody must embrace at one point or another and I’ve come to terms with that.

Anyways … I figure I should be going to bed now. I’m feeling nausious and also feeling hungry. I’m nausious(sp?) because I just got back from watching avp and saw so many happy people. I hate movie theatres, no literally. I always sit next to the stupid kids, the scared adults who seem to talk throughout the entire horror film. I hate that, to me laughing at something that’s scary just means your afraid. Admit it. I can honestly say that given my movie watching experience and also my imagination that very few movies scare me anymore and when I find the one that does scare me, I watch it over and over and over to get scared. I love being scared. I love every aspect of it because it’s not everyday one gets to be scared. It’s not everyday that the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

Its not everyday you get to enjoy life like I’ve had these past few months. These days for me are few and far between, but as my fanclub has noticed these days are becoming readily available and that my friends is why I document each and every moment.

It’s a time to reflect. Have you reflected latley?

goodnight,
kc