I’m 29 yrs young, pretty close to turning 30, which is a nightmare. Because on my 30th birthday I will wake up and notice at least 49 wrinkles in my face that weren’t there yesterday. Because I’m 30. Then my whole body starts falling apart, I will lose all my muscles and my skin begins to sag really bad. And after I turned thirty, I start losing height. By the time I’m forty, I’m not much taller than my little niece. As if that’s not bad enough, I can’t do rollercoaster rides anymore because of it. It seriously sounds like my worst nightmare.
Thank goodness I’m talking crap.
These are just short stories about my everyday life. There are tons of things I will never write about. I won’t talk about politics, poodles or knitting since I don’t know anything about it.
If you are looking for writings to increase your intelligence level, don’t read these here. My stories are mostly silly. If you knew me, you’d know that not even half of what I say makes sense. It’s all good…I know there’s enough oxygen in my brains.
Oh, just in case you’re wondering where I’m from: the Netherlands. You actually have to wear glasses to see it on a map.