How my life will be according to me.

20'ties - I shall be one of those lame single people without a steady employment that you find bitching about everything and anyone just coz they can. I'll complain about friends getting married/having kids and be of general annoyance to everybody else.

30'ties - I'll finally get a job, not too prestigeous, but enough to have a career. I'll get pregnant, pos.married, and if I can't bother giving birth I'll simply adopt 5 kids of various origin. Hopefully they'll be awfully snotty and screamy, driving me to bankrupcy and insanity, while they'll grow up resenting me.

40'ties - Wrapped up in my career and the kids I'll continue to be a Royal bitch. I'll be at least three times divorced, and my children will all have chosen to live with their dad's. I'll drink lots of wine with my 40'ish friends, and we'll crowd the male strip bars with our cackeling and one-dollar bills.

50'ties - I'll quit my job because I've decided to follow up my lifelong dream to be a singer. I shall be a barsinger, dressed in fancy tentlike dresses covered with sequins and feathers, and my voice will sway as I sing old jazztunes, holding a Margarita in one hand and fondeling some young toyboy with my other hand.

60'ties - After 10 years of drinking and smoky bars my voice is finaly so bad I'm kicked out in the cold. Therefore I take up an successful career as a writer of strange murders in small british towns. I'll start to jog and wear nice turquose jogwear and pink sweatbands, and in my large handbag I'll carry my M-16 in case any snotty punks try to rob me. Never mess with old ladies. We can be mean. Very mean.

70'ties - I'll settle down in a palace looking house that's falling apart. I'll have about 60 cats, and I'll be the one the neighbourhood kids tell spooky stories about. I won't celebrate Halloween. I'll BE Halloween.

80'ties - That's when I get myself a cane and become severely shrivled up and bitter. I'll do nothing but talk of old senile memories and try to beat ppl younger than me up with my cane. My speciality: Ruining my childrens relationships.

90'ties - That's when I die and leave my secret fortune to my cats, whereas my children get nothing. They won't deserve any, the ungrateful little bastards, they never came to visit anyways.