Don't tie me down, this birdie wants to fly the coop..

I'm getting those homebody feelings again.

Took a walk in the fresh sunny weather the other day, and came across this set of newly built townhouses a couple hundred metres away from where I work. They go up for auction at the end of this month.

*sigh* ..I want one. I'd love to be able to move out of home. But.. man, I so can't afford it yet. I wonder how much money I'd have to earn per year before I'd be able to pawn my life for a home loan. 'Cause at the rate I'm going, I won't be able to flat-out buy a small place for another.. oh.. eight years, if I don't buy anything between now and.. thirty.

I don't want to think about turning thirty. That sounds damn scary. When my cousin turned thirty he tried to grow himself some kind of beatnik goatee which really only made him look odd and fresky. (yes, fresky. as in one letter away from frisky, but also one letter away from freaky.)

aiiieee.. i'm one year away from being a quarter of a century old, and what have i done with my life???