I was thinking today that I really don't feel 30. Maybe 25 or 26, much more mature and settled than I was at 21 but I've been 30 for nine months now and yet I still don't like chardonnay, adult alternative, or magazines on housekeeping. I do like my pink Converse with the sheep on them and movies with ridiculous dance-offs. Is there a point where I'm supposed to give those up?
In other (belated) news: GO BEARDO GO (different beardo, but GOTTA SUPPORT MY PEOPLE YO)