Most of my life I spend considering, well perhaps it's more dreaming, about how things could be (too much fantasy reading). Like Peter Pan I never want to grow up, but it's a daunting reality that has fast approached. When I grow up I'd like to be......... <--- you see, still not worked it out. Rich/happy/fulfilled - reasonable requests right?

Currently I am in a rut, which I soon plan to be out of, if only money wasn't such an evil mistress life would be much easier.One day I will be...... an Accountant, or maybe not, as it seems that ship may have sailed. But, on the other hand there's a world of opportunities just waiting to be reached. As I glazed over above, I'm a bit of a dreamer, I know the sort of life I want it's just not as easy as I'd of hoped. I want things such as designer skirt suits and a beautiful riverside apartment! Trips to the ballet, to the theatre, to the opera <--- I plan to be classy, somewhat unlike the person I am now.

I would never class myself as a fun person to be around, I mean I can't have people expecting too much from me, it's the sort of thing that leads to disappointment. Everyone is in love with an ideal, an unreality if you may, the reality of life is much more unsatisfying, so you get what you're given, just don't expect the world from me.

Toodle pip.