In case you thought I might die...
The evidence wasn't looking good. I've gone and got life insurance, a sketchy 2 doored car (I'm assured it is a deathtrap), and my Real Age was 3 months older than I am. Well, the good news is, I've managed to get my real age down a couple of years. Brilliant! If I just keep eating vitamins and taking long walks on the beach, I will never die, because I'll always be 2 years younger than I am. Cheaper than a time machine, and relatively simple. Although this means I've only just started this blog, never met most of you, still breastfeeding (ewww), and apparently still thinking about booze. Everything changes, and everything stays the same.
Man, reading back through the blog, I used to write a lot more when I was drunk. Note to self, resume excessive drinking for more random bloggagenessedness.
3 comments:
I was told by Weasel. The guy who picks up doors and cars and other bits from road accidents. I am not knowledgeable on this subject per se.
Your site is grey. You know this of course. Why is it grey?
Because grey is the new beige.
And orange is too much, pink too pink, purple too, well you know, green too wholesome, brown too pooey.
heh. estimated real age is 33.
the great hairs would tell you otherwise
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