whoa horsies

dudes! since when did we start getting married and have kids?!? they're adorable! but wtf!?

yesterday i turned 31. three decades and a year. fucked up!

either they're early or i'm late. and i know that i'm late. it's the latter. i've always been a later. i
take my sweet ol' hawaiian time. it doesn't feel that late. keep the carding coming please! i need it. the day they don't check my id i'll be super depressed. i gleefully hand over my license. when they look at it they feel stupid for asking. i was born in the 70s for crying out loud. as in polyester.

when i see what they have and what i have, i start to wonder, then panic. i realize that i'm in a different mental state. but we are the same age. i wasn't freaked out until lurking on people's pages that i haven't heard hide nor hair about in 13 years. thanks for nothing facebook and peer overachivers! i wonder what they think when they look at my page. we came from the same place, but i have taken the path less traveled and that has made all the difference - bob frost. damn that "road less traveled" poem. the second i read it in elementary it made an impression and i knew i wasn't going to have easy access to the familar, normal, comforting, beaten trail. i flail wildly, grasping for any ground. i'm in a thick, dense forest, hoping the road will rise to meet me. yay metaphors!

vegas seems to be a hotbed for peterpans and the criminal element. mad max beyond thunderdome. i am part of the windbeaten band of gypsies marooned and thrive like a cactus.

gotta go celebrate robert nesta marley's bday the best way i know how. knitting!