November 12th, 2006

Peculiar

It had to happen eventually

You know how I know I'm officially a grown up? I can think of no context in which I would be willing to wear my "smoke crack and worship satan" t-shirt out of the house anymore. I don't think I have in at least 8 years. I'm just worried I'll seriously offend someone. I used to not care if they didn't get the joke, but now it seems unkind somehow. I seem to have lost the desire to freak the mundanes. I want to make them tea instead. Maybe a nice pan of brownies.

I think this is a good thing, but it does make me a little wistful sometimes.