In three days, I'm only seven years from 30. Social security checks will follow shortly thereafter. Then I'll die.
As for now, though, I'm watching my apathy collide with scenarios that require passionate dedication. As in, "This could be the best thing for me if I give it my all"1 mashed-up with "I'm leaving within a year." In other words, I don't really care that my life is going quite well. Huh?
By the way, never ever apply the word "mash-up" to anything but a two-bit fad in con-temporary pop music.2 That'd be fucking stupid.
Tuesday's gonna rule. Be there (Bob's Java Jive) or be a minor.
1 Alternately, "...if I give it my any."
2 FACTOID! Even the contrapuntal
Quodlibet -- vastly more respectable than a fucking
mash-up -- derives its name from the Latin word for "whatever."
(edit: I wish there was a drunk font: Instead of the typos ordinary people make while drunk, I apparently make footnotes.)