Happy Birthday to Me!

Yay! I'm old enough to be a classic car now. How fucking jolly. My insurance rates dropped, so I guess it's not a total letdown. Fuck. Oh well, I guess I'm old now. Kids will make fun of me, I'll start driving slower (!), and I'll begin to start sentances with "When I was your age..." regardless of topic, and I'll carry on unrelated conversation with people who have been dead for years.