Kiss Me I'm Lazy

I always assumed my life would end up in the husband/father/picket fence role. It’s a situation I’ve looked quite forward to. Yet as I get closer to the age where many start settling down because they feel it’s that “now or never” point I for the first time ever find myself considering the never. What if I don’t ever find that one, and I don’t get married, and instead I take all the money that I save by not having a wife and kids and college tuition and SUVs and orthodontic work and spend it all on a neverending parade of high times and expensive drink and younger women in an attempt to fill that void that their absence creates and then one day I die when I lose control of my sports car in some exotic locale where everybody knew me by name and strangers smile when they read my obituary, not because I’m gone but because there was someone who clearly had a hell of a time in life.

I donno, it’s doesn’t really seem all that bad. As long as my mother doesn’t live to see it.

(Source: whereisthecoool)