Sunday Bloody Sunday

Religious folks like to take Sundays off. This is why I'm sitting here writing to you (plus, it's damn hot outside). Just an FYI, none of my writing is planned, it's all spur of the moment. Hmm that must be an old western saying.

Anyways, let's talk about recent events. I'm at the age now that many of my friends are getting married (mehwiage is what brings us together ... today). It all kind of sneaks up on you doesn't it? Soon, if not already, Facebook will be littered with wedding photos and baby pictures. It's a scary reality that I have come to accept, well, kind of. Lately, I have felt that I have been doing it wrong. By it I mean life. It feels as though everyone is engaged or married and I'm not willing to conform to these trends. As the great Jackie Chiles would say, it is ludicrous, ridiculous, preposterous, outrageous.

Unfortunately, I know that in a few years, plus or minus, the wedding phase will be over and it will be replaced by the not so fun divorce phase. Then, as if coming straight out of the marriage manual will come the rebounds. A lot of the problems come from people not willing to spend time reading the directions in said manual. If only Biff Tannen would come back in time and give me a play-by-play relationship history book that could point me in the right direction. *hint hint* Maybe, if the price is right, he would throw in a book on who ages well. *hint* Thanks in advance!

I suppose we all have to grow up sometime. Not me though, I still look 16. Also, I took a Peter Pan pose recently (my shadow, son of a bitch is fast!). All kidding aside, congratulations to my friends taking this big step. I hope all of you find what you're looking for.


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