that dreaded phrase...

...that comes only once in your lifetime..."you're invited to your ten-year, high school reunion"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

oh. my. god.

has it been that long? am i really THAT old? do i look better or worse? have i aged well? what have i done with myself in ten years? have i made something of my life in that time? am i a 'somebody'???

fuck it. i don't care.

besides the usual dose of dread, i am actually quite excited at the prospect of seeing everyone. the 'skinnes' and i are going to have a WHALE of a time, i just know it. we'll be sounding off the 'hunk alarm,' counting varicose veins and starting fights with six-fingered girls...

brown goddess ran into a girl from high school recently, one that is still friends with my high-school ex, SWOOSH. she said to brown goddess, "yeah, swoosh is still swoosh," meaning he's still a miserable twat, hee hee hee...

i don't think i've done all that bad since high school. looks-wise i'm now rid of my thick, nasty bangs so that's a DEFINITE improvement...as for how i've aged c'mon, i'm asian, i could be 50 and still look 25...

time to put on my 'grosse pointe blank' cd...

CET :o)