My Future
A few days ago, I went to an imaginary gypsy place and the imaginary gypsy- person told me what my future would be like:
As I entered my adult years, I needed to make a very crucial decision about what I want to do with the rest of my life. I had to choose between being an disgracful open heart surgeon or being a respected circus freak. At that time, I decided to become a surgeon. Shortly after getting my licence to practice medicine by completing 4 years of college, 4 years of medical school and 2 years of residency, I realised that being an open heart surgeon just wasn't the job for me. Because I put so much time into becoming a doctor, I decided to take a LITTLE time off before getting another job. So, from the ages of 28 to 50, I became a modern day hippie (I use the term "hippie" loosely. I spent my days embracing the pot-smoking side of being a hippie, I never believed in saving forests, giving peace a chance, or whatever else they stood for) who lived at home with her parents. At the age of 51, my parents killed themselves because they couldn't stand being around me any longer. They didn't leave me an inheritance, so I decided to fulfill my life long dream of becoming a circus freak. I entertained people around the world for 2 weeks. On the road, I met and married a trash collector. I decided to stop being a circus freak and I lived off of his income. We lived in a run-down shack in Beverly Hills, California. Nothing happened for 200 years. Then I died, by being shot out of a cannon and landing in a pillow factory the day the workers were on strike.
What a nice life.
Hehehehe....maybe I shouldn't talk.....I just wasted the last couple writing about a bunch of stuff from my twisted sense of humor for no apparent reason. Oh well.