A few days ago there was a meme floating around livejournal and some other places- something about five things your 15 year old self would be surprised to learn. I didn’t do it, of course, because once I climb aboard the meme train I find myself telling the Whole Internet the date of my kid’s first solid poo and how many freckles are on my ass, and then I don’t find the time to write for ME. You know? God, but I love to read a meme though. I totally feel inappropriately intimate with a whole shitload of people on the internet now.

But tonight as I was laying out my clothes for tomorrow (hello, number 1 on the list: 35 year old self lays out clothes for the next day) I laughed aloud, gazing down at my mauve velour – I don’t know, is it a sweat suit? A leisure suit? Active wear?- anyway. As I fingered that velvety goodness I thought to myself, holy SHIT I am old and sad. And soooooo not punk rock anymore.
Hello number 2.
Oh, well. It’s a hand me down, and it’s totally comfortable. But I would have picked the black.