No expectations, no regrets
Yet here I sit expecting some grand gesture.
But life is no John Hughes movie and I sure as hell ain't no Molly Ringwald.
Does anyone even get that reference anymore?
I'm straddling the line between 30 and 40
Sitting in the corner pouting like a little girl.
Not very becoming for a dame of my age
But youth is exiting my body like menses and I guess that will be gone soon too.
I should have done the manly thing and bought a Corvette and a blonde.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.