You're So Five Thousand and Late!

Driving across Canada one summer with my mother and brother made me realize how hypocritical I -nay, we- will all be one day. You know when that song your parents danced to at their prom comes on the radio, and they start to squeal causing you roll your eyes then say something like, 'isn't this song from, like, 600 years ago? Can't we listen to something more modern, like say, Mary Hopkins?'

The fact of the matter is, one day we'll be driving our kids to school or wherever, then Apologize will come on the radio. We'll naturally belt it out at top volume, completely humiliating our children. It's only fair, because we were the ones poking fun at one point. But suddenly, we're old, graying, and wrinkled. Every time I see an anti-aging ad on TV, I have to tell my mom that she could use some. We both know that I'm kidding, because my mommy's incredibly beautiful, slim, hot, and fun. Well, she's my mom, what do you expect? :)


One day, I will look into my bathroom mirror, spot that gray hair, scream that blood curdling scream we've all come to recognize, spend the rest of the morning crying, yank it out, then want to squish my offspring for that witty 'AGING' remark. I will then proceed to listen to Owl City and plan my funeral.

Isn't that Kureiji?