Yes, you are going to become one of “them”… you know who I refer to…you’re closer everyday to fitting the profile dashingly; just go out and get the 23 stray cats, already…get it over with.
Early morning, pre-coffee birthday wishes in the German language when you’ve forgotten it’s your birthday, as well as the fact that you live with a German, can be cause for it’s own follow-up therapy session; just sayin’.
The “word on the street” seems to be lazily conveying that it’s time to go home and put your jammies on.
“Going out” for your birthday isn’t supposed to entail a trip to CVS for laundry detergent.
Maybe this will be the year that you finally accept the reality that you don’t get carded anymore when you buy liquor or smokes.
Yes, you still live (and therefor, must drive) in the Silicon Valley; you can’t, or shouldn’t wonder why you always get home feeling like you just jumped out of a plane.
Try calming the fuck down, somehow – before your heart explodes; you’re not getting any younger.