Decadence

Ten years is a long time.

Where was I ten years ago?

I was thirteen. Middle School. Just started 8th grade.

Madly in love with Pirates of the Caribbean. (Still am.)

Just started playing guitar. 

I had just started this blog, too, I think. 

It was really ridiculous back then. I'll go back and read it occasionally for the lols/cringes. 

Sometimes I really wish I could reach through the space time continuum and give my 15 year old self a punch in the face.

Because, my goodness, I really needed one back then.

Where will I be ten years from now?

I'll be thirty three, which, surprisingly doesn't really seem all that old.

Working part-time, and maybe for myself muahahaa.

Married and raising a family...of kittens!

Hopefully closer to home? I miss having, like, friends.

I'll have really long and pretty hair. Or, maybe, really short pretty hair. Michael likes short hair. But I feel like everyone gets shorter hair when they're in their late 20s/30s, and then they keep this cut well into their 80s. 

I mean, seriously- go into any nursing home. You will not find any old ladies with hair below their shoulders.

In ten years, I should be fluent in German.

I watched Schlussmacher last night. It was like the opposite of Hitch and in German.

And, oh my goodness, his girlfriend sewed and was really pretty. (And so was he.)

It's hard to envision the future, though, because so much can happen in ten years.

I got a text from an unknown number that said, "The oddsmakers have made a huge mistake in the TEXAS A&M/SOUTH CAROLINA game. They have no idea what they are doing. They totally blew it. This is by far the strongest opening day game we have ever seen. Simply reply STRONG and we'll text you this guaranteed winner absolutely free. Reply STRONG."

So, naturally, I replied, "You're an idiot."

A long time ago, left my home for a job in the fruit trees,

TWS

One More Dollar; The Wailin' Jennys