all things balance out in the end

[the_siobhan]

I don't usually waste a lot of time on that kind of crap, but every once in a really blue moon - I really wish I was 25 again.

Of course, I was a moron when I was 25.

But I was a moron with great tits.

Comments

[greylock.livejournal.com]

Couldn't you be 25 again without being a moron(1)?

You know, like the premise for some half-arsed, canned-laughter-using sitcom from Fox?

That could solve your problems, I'm sure.



(1) Since I didn't know you back then, I'll take your word for it.

ugh

[carriemonster.livejournal.com]

I totally know how you feel. :/

[emulsional.livejournal.com]

Except that now you're 41 with great brains AND great tits!

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

Ditto that on both counts

[benton.livejournal.com]

I'm 25, a moron and don't have great tits.

So you are way up on me.

[mr-sharkey.livejournal.com]

Aw, sweetie - you still got great hams.



M.

[50-ft-queenie.livejournal.com]

Are you worrying about your tits? Seriously?

I don't see anyone complaining about them. ;)

[mittelbar.livejournal.com]

Let's see those tits, girl.



I kinda wish I was 25 again, too. Properly medicated, of course.

[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

You still have great boots, does that count?

[elixxir.livejournal.com]

I dunno Sio...you still seem to have an impressive rack to me, and trust me I spend enough time staring at it. Heh. I totally 'get' the desire to be 25 again from time to time myself except then I remember I never had an orgasm back them. Perky tits may be nice to look at but a wildcat in bed who actually knows what she wants and can leave you breathless on her quest to get there seems to well compensate for any minor saggage going on. My cans may have been more impressive back then but I doubt I was a very good lay, conversationalist or company given how neurotic, insecure and inexperienced I was. The appeal of perky boobs fades quickly when that's all that's there to recommend them. :p

[the_axel]

I think I prefer you the wa you are now.
The not being a moron thing is incredibly sexy.
I may need to demonstrate exactly how sexy I find you when I get home.

In fact, I will need to demonstrate.

*kiss*

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Heh. Definitely.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, I know all that's true. Given the actual choice I wouldn't go back. (Well maybe for just long enough to give the girl some advice and a stern talking to)

My insecurities get the better of me on occasion. Usually when it's 2am and everybody is out at the pub commiting acts of chaos and righteous smiting, and I'm sitting in the lab working on sell sheets.

[50-ft-queenie.livejournal.com]

Awwwww.....*bless*.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Heh. No.

I get my head stuck in ruts about things that don't matter. The tits are a couple of big white metaphors.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Don't be rushin' just because of me. I'm fine now.

(And feeling somewhat silly.)

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

[50-ft-queenie.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

See, I wish I had tits like that.

[50-ft-queenie.livejournal.com]

I get my head stuck in ruts about things that don't matter.

Heh. Join the club. You're in good company.

The tits are a couple of big white metaphors.

*chokes on coffee*

Well I've never heard them described like _that_ before...

[inulro.livejournal.com]

I've love to say I wasn't a moron at 25, but there's evidence that I did the stupidest thing in my life at 25.

I'm pretty sure I was less of a moron at 21, possibly even at 19.

And I never even got the tits to go with it.

[benton.livejournal.com]

It is the walking.

[liz-lowlife.livejournal.com]

Eugh.
25 again?

That means I'd have to re live the crap boyfriends, the height of the Spice Girls dubious rise to fame and that damned ovarian cyst all over.
No fucking way.

Each day I creep towards decrepitude is another day i've cheated death.
And I celebrate this with every laughter line I've begun to acrue...

*Tuppence worth*

[mittelbar.livejournal.com]

Ha haaaaaaaaaaa!

Hooray!

[theonetrinity.livejournal.com]

umm... wow...

i shall never stray from reading lj ever again...

[kest]

You can be me for a day, if you want. No guarantees on the quality of either the brains or the tits, tho.