...with My Friend Jefftm today, and we noted one thing in particular about the young edgy urban hipster demographic of which neither of us are a part.
That being, if you bear a passing physical resemblance to a young Al Pacino as Serpico, a seersucker suit is really not the thing to wear.
Even ironically.
Even post-ironically.
Know your limits, my friend. Know your limits.
I no longer feel compelled to post that I'm about to have a birthday. I mean, after a while, what else can you say about getting another year older that hasn't already been said, right?
Right.
So I'm freed from having to think up wise stuff to say, or worrying about what sort of wonderful, expensive gifts I'm going to get from everyone, and I can just go on about my day tomorrow as if it's any other day.
Thank goodness!
Oh, and I don't have to think of any clever rejoinders for people when they point out they have underwear older than me, or, for younger readers, that I'm old enough to be their grandpa's Victrola repairman. That's a relief, y'know, being that I've been out of cleverness AND rejoinders for some time now.
I'll just relax and do all that fun work-related stuff that I don't blog about, either.