I Shall Wear The Bottoms Of My Trousers Rolled
Today is my 35th birthday. Suddenly, Teen Spirit smells like menthol rub. Both the Arcade Fire songs have disappeared from my IPod and my TIVO is no longer letting me record Adult Swim. On the other hand, if this was 8,000 years ago, I'd have been eaten by a predatory cat by now!
There's an SUV full of Lipitor sitting in my driveway.






