i'm old

this his how i know i'm getting old:

1) i have to card girls now when i meet them
2) there are parts of me that hurt now that i never knew i had
3) when i'm driving on the highway doing 75-80 and someone rolls up on me i yell to them "what? i'm already going 80"
4) sometimes in public i want to slap kids upside the head for being so stupid
5) i have a conscience
6) sometimes i have to turn down the music
7) i got a 401k plan
8) some people look at me funny when i tell them i watched "solid gold"
9) the other day i told someone how long i've been smoking and she said "OMG you've been smoking my entire life"
10) sometimes, i would secretly rather sleep than have sex....

though i'm easily persuaded otherwise.

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Laurie said…
lol...funny
12:18 PM
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