The big 34...

It happened, I'm old. Or I feel old anyway. Actually, I don't feel any older now than I did last week. Maybe thats how it happens, you just go along, feeling normal, then one day, some kid on the street yells, "out of the way old man", and you whip around so fast you tweak your neck to see who the little turd is talking too, and realize it's you. His youthful legs carry him away on his bike before you can catch him and show him that with your age you've learned the most effective places to strike in order to create the most pain. Like smashing his youthful little face in...but I digress.

Yesterday was my 34th birthday. How did this happen? Didn't I just turn 13 like 6 months ago? Maybe thats my mental age, a mid puberty adolescent....that would explain why fart jokes are still so funny to me.

Growing old stinks. It's right up there with going to the fridge to get that bit of left over whatever you fancy, and finding mold on it. Or like running late for an important meeting, and realizing you have no clean underwear in the drawer. Or pushing the button on the vending machine for one kind of soda, and getting the kind you hate more than any other soda, and having no more change in your pocket. I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you get the point. I'm too young for my mid life crisis, so I have to trudge along for a bit more before I can really start to complain too much. Still, its never to early to start researching what kind of sports car I want to have.