I have no idea how old I am. No idea. Everyone should forget how old they are. It is the most liberating feeling one can imagine…except maybe buying milk in one’s underwears. That would be pretty liberating too.
Posts Tagged ‘old’
My goodness how time flies. Here we are again. Where is the time going?? Where is it flying to?!? What the heck time?!? I thought we were friends… In years past, I have made my stance on resolutions abundantly clear. Just to refresh your memory, I think they’re dumb. I think this holiday is dumb. And [...]
I’m not really in denial. I mean, I look in the mirror in the morning and I just don’t see a guy who is…um…near 30 years old. The guy in the mirror looks much younger. Not only that, but he looks like he deserves to have a fancy job with a high paying income and [...]
I know I’m not really dying. Not really. But I’m not going to be 29 much longer. And 29 is significant to me. For me, 29 is really really lucky. Kind of like the lucky underwear that you wear during the playoffs. Yeah, that’s right. I know about your lucky underwear. So I’m a little saddened this [...]
Every year when my birthday rolls around, I forget. Honestly. I forget my own birthday. It isn’t that I don’t like birthdays. It’s just that at this point my life isn’t quite where I want it to be. There are still a lot of things that I have yet to accomplish. So when my birthday [...]
A friend of mine once tried to push me to date a girl that I wasn’t really excited about. She insisted that my feelings for this girl might develop over time if I would just “give her a chance.” So I tried. I rationalized. I told myself I wasn’t dating anyone else, so it would [...]