slow down and eat some mac and cheese
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}