This 2005 is not all it has cracked up to be. It still feels like 2004 with a tinge of 1975.
Other than a few wasted cheques because I wrote 2004 instead of 2005, the new year feels quite familiar. I am 33 years old. Almost half my useful life is about gone but things are starting to make more sense to me.
And this is the turning point for the single man where he turns from "horny bastard" to "dirty old man" and for the single woman, from "independent woman" to just "old" and into the "25%-chance-of-having-a-child-with-Down-Syndrome" category.Oh well, at least I have bacon in the freezer.