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for the most part i am comfortable with being 31, though there are always exceptions to that rule– forever 21 at the gateway is one of them. when urban princess and i went shopping there over the weekend i felt like i should be hunting for banjo ben’s next girlfriend, rather than new summer tops. the place is seriously overrun with teeny boppers.

while we were in line waiting to pay princess looked at the pink & orange clutch i was buying, and said, “i love knobs on purses.” as usual, i didn’t think before opening my fat mouth and replied, “i love grandma knobs!”

it’s amazing people agree to go out with me in public.

marky and i went to the mall last night in disguise as old women. ok, maybe it wasn’t exactly in actual disguises, but we did eat at the nordstrom cafe, which screams old. since i ate a lemon bar for dinner, i made him go to the gym with me afterwards–where we had this conversation:

marky: “hey, where’s (insert the yuppie’s real name here) tonight?”
me: “who?”
marky: “umm…the guy you’re dating!”
me: “shit! shit! shit! (among other expletives)”