I'm not turning 50.
I'm not turning 40.
I'm not turning 21.
I'm still too young to get senior citizen discounts(oh wait that one kinda sucks)
I can still do shots at a bar and not look like I'm on my 13th step(again)
I can pretend I still have options in life (at leas tuntil I turn 35)
There's still time to sit with the cool kids at the lunch table, even if it is at the retirement center.
I won't be the "weird old person" at the Cure concert in June. (I will however concede aging hipster)
Being a geek is still cool. (but really I don't think that'll ever go outta style for me)
And finally...I have a blog
My goal is really to come up with at *least* 30 reasons. Only 10 immediately come to mind, but that procrastinating angel which perches on my shoulder was whispering in my ear that I still have 2 months to reach that goal. Growing old gracefully is all in the mind. I think. I hope. Well I guess botox doesn't hurt. I hope in the next decade to have a frozen, expressionless face. All the better to not let emotions belie any sarcastic banter I engage in.
Friday, February 22, 2008
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