on the facebook feed of life:

my-aged people are married.

younger people, people born in the 90s, are engaged.

people are winning big, grand orchestra jobs.

and my mother is a grandma {to a dog, but still}.

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last night i donned purple juicy velour pants

and ate eight kinds of macaroni and cheese.

is that immature?

am i too old to have a penguin collection and sock monkey sheets?

should my birthday cake-flavored sparkly lipgloss be tossed?

should i dye my gray strand of hair?

what is this insanity that is growing up and having a job.

what is happening.

-yeh

{that picture is from dumont burger, november 2009}