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Monday, 11 April 2005

Design Geek

A few days ago was my birthday (Wednesday, April 6th to be exact). I didn't think much of it, I turned 25. Quarter of a Century mentions nonwithstanding, it felt like nothing special to me. I have grown rather blasé about my birthday in the last couple of years. I had no desire to really mark the ocassion, so the day went off without much to report. It wasn't until four days later, saturday, when as I was using an online service to buy movie tickets to go see a screening of Sahara with my ex-boyfriend (see, foreshadowing if I ever saw it) I was rudely made aware of my new situation.

I was updating my account information, as the billing ZIP was no longer accurate. While I was doing this I decided to update the rest of my user profile, in an effort to avoid receiving recommendations for disney films aimed at teenage girls or the odd chris rock production. I was numbly filling out the fields, by reflex really, when I reach the age group pulldown menu: GASP. Fuck, I'm now part of a whole new marketing group, 25-34 was the correct option. Click, sulk. Now there's a harsh reality. I now fear the changes in the kind of spam and junk mail I'll be receiving. Mortgate refinancing? Erectile disfunction aids?? True, I already get all that crap, except now it'll actually be aimed at ME. *sigh*

It's all too much. I think I'll go and rent a van, so I can drive around the woods and be alone with my aging thoughts.

Oh, but that had nothing to do with the headline. I got sidetracked. I got this bitching hoodie from Mindy and Inessa at work for my birthday. I feel like such a design nerd when I wear it. I love it.

[ps. Sahara was kinda fun. Steve Zahn was funny and looked damn good greasy.]

Posted at 06:22 | Filed under Life Notes

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