Much ado about 2008

Oh my GOD!!! I haven't updated, I mean truly updated in quite awhile. See, this is my problem. I go for weeks, nay, months neglecting my blog, then I let the guilt affect me profoundly so I overcompensate by making tragically long posts and doing weekly recaps of the OC.

But- ok, there are a few things I need to tackle here today. Have you ever had this moment where reality catches up to you and you blurt out something incredible obvious to everyone else in the room? Like you're in the coffee house and quite suddenly you say "Omigod, I'm wearing green!" (No? just me?) I had such a moment today. I was at work at the Random Gig Between Contracts (RGBC for short)And I had this moment of actualization. It's 2008. I mean, I know, whatever, it's 2008, right? But It's actually 2008. Like- I remember being a kid watching the Jetsons, thinking Yeah, by the time I'm 20, we'll have these moving sidewalks and we'll have phones in our wristwatches. I also remember in third grade, figuring out how old we'd be in the year 2000. It had this air of mystery to it, I mean it was so far away and we had no idea what was in store for us. Anyway, it came and went, sans end of the world, and now its 2008!!! I don't know- when you were a kid, did you ever think of how casually you'd exist in 2008? (No? Just me?)

So, I am writing to you today on my new (very old) computer and stolen internet. Dude, internet is just so much more delicious when it's not yours. I don't know why. It's more precious. I'm actually grateful for the actual internet, because any moment, someone could catch wise to my savvy theft and cut me off. It's like...forbidden. Ooh. Fabulous.

And I am now 357 days away from the dreaded thirtieth birthday. Days, you feel me? Can you feel the panic tonight, people? I almost want to just get it over with. Like- I wish I was turning 31 in 357 days, you know? Then it would be like the worst is over with. I don't know. It may be incredibly shallow, but it physically hurts me that I'm turning 30. Good God.

Also- sixteen days till CA. I need to do some laundry. RAGTIME, YA'LL!!! Okay, that's the word.