Will I still be unemployed ...When I'm sixty-four?
I'm old, y'all. It must have happened when I wasn't looking. Sometime in this car ride of life when I took my eyes off the road just for a second -- probably to look at the hot guy in the next car over -- everything changed. And when I started paying attention again, I realized I was a geriatric 22 years of age.
I don't know when I got to be so old. It seems like just yesterday that I was picking my nose and wiping it on the people I didn't like (okay, actually that was yesterday -- good habits are hard to break). But seriously, suddenly you just stop one day and realize that...
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