are the 40's better? does life get better? will i get better? the 20's were one big ball of craziness, driving across country with a gorgeous man, coming back with another...wearing cut-off short-shorts, stripping in the wings for my solo part, commuting at god-awful hours for an 8 am German class...deutch huete...
30's, full of dragging my bags from this place to that, receiving hand delivered letters driven 400 miles across the state, wasting tons of paper at kodak and xerox, hating that corporate life, putting off school till i finally took the plunge, enrolled and in debt, and still in awe how a cute puppy/kitty face can bring a tear to my eye...
ending 30's, i've thrown out the trash of men, men, men...i'll never quite be the same...no trust, and a little bit of hate, too many cigarettes, and a little bit of closing off...
if i was the young blooming flower, my eyes green and inviting, idealistic and foolish, i've closed up these petals, no fingertips will open.