Though It's Easy To Pretend
I'm officially old.
No, I haven't turned 40--yet, but it's probably fair to say we're bumping hips.
No, it's not that I found my first gray hair. L'Oreal already sends me an annual thank you card.
And no, it's not because I can no longer tell you who half the people are in my high school yearbook who promised they LYLAS and wanted to KIT.
Nope.
The reason I'm officially old is that I rode the elevator today, and during my ride down 15 floors, wafting through the mysterious speakers that fill the space with ambient noise (where are those speakers anyway? and is do they play that music so I won't feel so alone while I'm in there?) were the soothing sounds of George Michael--set to MUZAK!
At first I didn't recognize the ditty, but something felt familiar. My mind kept wanting to make sense of the hypnotizing tones that seeped into my ears like alien life forms in their liquid state.
Then all of the sudden it hit me.
"Do do do da da da dada...Somebody tell me (won't you tell me) why I work so hard for you."
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Images of crooning along with the pre-bathroom-hole-poking-George as I rode down 4th St. with my BFFs are crystal clear in my head.
But I have to face it. It's time to grow up. When the music from your youth is set to a Casio keyboard, some strings and a bass guitar it's time to admit it.
I'm old.
"My God. I don't even think that I love you!"
14 Deserve Mamma's Love:
Bwaaahahahahahaha!
Join the club, baby!
This seems to happen to me a lot lately. Especially when I hear music that I listened to in high school played on the "classic rock" station.
And the guest post on my blog today makes me feel even older - talking about things like bandaids that you open with a red string. Totally forgot about that red string...but knowing that I used to take it for granted makes me wonder how we survived those dark ages. I mean, I remember when we didn't have a microwave!
i'm just ignoring this. we're not old. we're the awesome. blah blah blah big boobs blah blah hair dye blah blah drinks blah blah blah...
mwah!
heh.
although... they say that 40 is the new 30. AND they say that 30 is the new 20.
So really... you're not old. George Michael is.
Heh.
Welcome to the club, sistah! But as James Taylor would say (as long as he's not on Muzak!), the secret to life is enjoying the passage of time!
You're not 40 yet?
WHATEVER!
A sure sign ... except I blocked MuZaC out long ago ;)
WHAM!
Holy shit.
I am OLD TOO!!!!!
Must be even worse to BE the artist and hear your formerly hard rocking song set to Muzak.
"pre-bathroom-hole-poking-George" made me laugh. And, if you've seen him on Eli Stone, apparently that's not the best anti-aging device.
This happened to me last week when NKOTB was going to appear on the Today show and LaLa looked at me and said, "Who's that?"
*sigh*
ok, but you have the BEST BOOBS EVER
40 is the new 30...dammit!
Hey! I love that Song!! I used to lust George Michael...had no idea he was gay for years!!
Hooaah Sex...I'm not your brother.....LOL.
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