i know i am old because

1. my stylist is into hardcore bands that i have never heard of.
2. text messaging is a chore.
3. i am coming to terms with men and pot bellies. i never thought i'd see the day.
(this post inspired by leftover sugar high/hunger cramps and not knowing why the old man seems to be ignoring me these days. and so it goes. sleep is not my friend today.)