I get annoyed at shit I used to do in my teens. Cam's retarded girlfriend is flirty and spazzy and immature and I want to punch her. I like to think I wasn't ever that irritating but it's tough to tell through my haze of bitterness.
I wanna punch the 20 year old bitch behind the counter of the 7-11 down my street too. She cards me when I buy smokes. I've lived here for a year and been there a couple of times a week. I do NOT appear anywhere near "illegal" and I am OBVIOUSLY OLDER THAN YOU so WTF??!!!
As much as 30 feels like the end of the world, it doesn't feel like the end of the world. I mean, it's 2 months away, how end of worldish can it be? But 15 years ago it was definitely ground zero.
I have less patience than I did in my 20s. That sounds bad, but it's not all terrible. I was a doormat at 20. In love, in life... I let some dude kick the shit outta me for over 2 years back then. Now I get irritated in traffic, demand performance out of my employees and my friends (possibly to my detriment but better than being a punching bag) and make my own magic. Sometimes.
My skin. That is all.
Gravity. Not in mass amounts because I don't HAVE mass amounts of anything, but gravity. I think it's got something to do with my skin.
There are some seriously younger, seriously prettier chicks than me who work for me and that is seriously disturbing.
Everything is not the end of the world. I've seen it, felt it, heard it, gotten through it. And I can again. I don't always wanna do it again, but I can manage if I have to.
I'm not as poor as I used to be. I mean, I suck at managing my money, but I used to have to eat KD and tuna helper. Gross.
I wanna hump way more often than I did in my 20s, but I am far pickier and participate far more rarely. This is a cruel joke.
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