made in twenty (20)

sitting here, eating cheetos for breakfast, with the laptop sitting in front of me && fashion television in the background. i'd laugh harder at the fact that i'm the biggest joke since seinfeld left the air --- but it's more sad than funny. i'm the big two zero and i don't think that i have anything to show for it. i've met amazing people and have experienced things that i thought i'd never come across in my whole life. but i'm hungry~ i want more; i want to do more. i feel like i should have a metro pass that will take me out of my body. when the pass finally expires i'd come back to find that i'm a citizen on an undisclosed island. the love of my life and i are living in a quaint oak treehouse on a cliff by the seaside. my days would be spent painting pretty pictures of girls in bikinis and fighting crime [ chicks who kick ass, who have littler girls looking up to them / and maybe some boys too ] and in my spare time i'd be admiring the million of shoes that the hubby bought for me, while somehow managing to take care of our three precious angel babies kristiano, hermes (pronounced like the fashion brand, not the mythological deity) and angelus. the hubby would come back home and i'd have dinner prepared, full of exotic delicacies and tropical beverages. at the end we'd have a vast array of sweet && savory desserts before putting the kids to sleep. then the man of my dreams and i would go for a midnight swim.    in  a perfect world..  / my mind is wandering in circles because right now i'm lost -- wish i could just runaway.