Gettin' on

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

What is the deal? The older we get the wiser we are supposed to be? Funny I can't remember where my car keys are half of the time, so how does that make me wiser? The fact that I didn't put them in the same place when I got home doesn't make me wiser, the fact that I do this every morning doesn't make me wiser, or that I have been doing this for over half of my life. Now how did I get wiser with age.

I am wise about how everything is sliding...my butt, my boobs, my face. So then I spend all of my time reading books on how to improve my memory, getting up at 5:30 am to lift my "spirits" and for what, so when it is time for the home I have an advantage on the rest of my friends? Or that I can do 2 more laps than my sister in the hallway.

Actually I do it because I want to look awesome and feel awesome when I finally make it to heaven, which I consider to be a tropical place with white beaches and blue, blue water. Where Paco the cabana boy is fetching me drinks with cute little umbrellas and lots of fruit. I am doing nothing...and I spent the last 6 months conditioning my body so that I could spend 10 wonderful days doing nothing, but looking like a hottie while I do it. I am not a tan person, I was "blessed" with milky white features that my mother likes to play to my advantage when really she doesn't want me to cry like a sissy, so the only thing I think I have left is my body, something I can change and mold. So that is what I do, I get back on the horse when I want to sleep and I shove as much chicken as I can into my body and I go to the gym, because I know someday...someday it will all pay off! And when I am gettin' on, I will look like a million bucks!