So I’ve got this friend—a woman—who I’ve known since Junior High. She’s always been really pretty. To this day, she still is one of the most attractive people I know. She’s married and has had a few kids, but she still looks pretty much the same now as she did then. It’s kind of stunning…
Then there’s me.
I look like hell. I’ve gained a bunch of weight, lost a little hair, my teeth suck, my joints are stiff, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t even seem to grow a passable mustache in order to maintain a full beard to cover up all of the ugly.
So how’s that fair? She’s even two-and-a-half years older than I am!
…of course, the fact that I’ve drunk and smoked a bunch of stuff she hasn’t, combined with the fact that I don’t exercise, the fact that I don’t eat right, the fact that I’ve pretty much entirely stopped drinking either straight water or milk, and the fact that I haven’t seen a dentist since the seventh grade might contribute a little, too…
…but that mustache thing still pisses me off pretty bad.
Books I bought with birthday money:
- “The Stranger” by Albert Camus — A new American translation (Camus wrote it in French).
- The Complete Stories of Flannery O’Connor
- “I Love You, Beth Cooper” by Larry Doyle
- “The Last Lecture” by Randy Pausch (Which I can hardly WAIT to start reading! …hopefully it won’t end up sucking…)
- “The Story of a Marriage” by Andrew Sean Greer (the guy who wrote “The Confessions of Max Tivolli.”)