Isn't it unreal that a decade has passed since we got our global panties in a twist over Y2K?
Another year is coming to a close, and my panties aren't in a twist about anything, unless you think the following concerns are something:
considering fearing the idea of procreation
credit card debt
turning thirty in about fourteen months
my company being bought out
my job changing drastically -- except for the part about it still being in banking
my dad turning sixty (it weirds me out, probably more than the idea of saying adieu to my twenties)
writing 2010 on things
realizing that the two-thousands thus far have been a blur (i.e. my husband and I are still arguing about whether or not we got engaged in '05 or '06.)
not knowing what to call the 2010's (I'm leaning toward the twenty-teens)
feeling strange about living at the turn of the century (how odd will we seem to the people who are our age a hundred years from now? I mean, don't people who lived in the early 1900's just seem peculier to you? They do to me.)
No, my panties aren't in a twist.
Update: Well, my panties weren't twisted when I started composing this post. Mostly, I just wanted to type panties a ton of times. However, a bird flew into my living room window at lunchtime... and I started to feel creeped out. I'm not even superstitious.
(Plus, the glass window didn't shatter or even crack, and the bird recoiled but flew away.)
Still. Creepyspice.
*changing panties.*
Another year is coming to a close, and my panties aren't in a twist about anything, unless you think the following concerns are something:
credit card debt
turning thirty in about fourteen months
my company being bought out
my job changing drastically -- except for the part about it still being in banking
my dad turning sixty (it weirds me out, probably more than the idea of saying adieu to my twenties)
writing 2010 on things
realizing that the two-thousands thus far have been a blur (i.e. my husband and I are still arguing about whether or not we got engaged in '05 or '06.)
not knowing what to call the 2010's (I'm leaning toward the twenty-teens)
feeling strange about living at the turn of the century (how odd will we seem to the people who are our age a hundred years from now? I mean, don't people who lived in the early 1900's just seem peculier to you? They do to me.)
No, my panties aren't in a twist.
Update: Well, my panties weren't twisted when I started composing this post. Mostly, I just wanted to type panties a ton of times. However, a bird flew into my living room window at lunchtime... and I started to feel creeped out. I'm not even superstitious.
(Plus, the glass window didn't shatter or even crack, and the bird recoiled but flew away.)
Still. Creepyspice.
*changing panties.*
Comments
-j
Now, please declaim on lacey bras.
"Ooh, somebody's still got their panties in a twist."
"Don't think for one second that you had any affect whatsoever on my panties."
Ten Things I Hate About You!!
Nice! One of my most favoritist movies ever. Shakespeare + teen angst = awesomespice:)
:)
best of luck in the new year, I'm sure you'll do just fine!