I'm growing a beard right now in protest of my broken shoulder. What am I protesting? Not important...but it is going well.
Unfortunately, this stupid beard of mine has A LOT of gray hairs in it. Which led me to have the following debate in my shower earlier today:
Self: Wow...I really have a lot of gray hair for being 34.
Other Self: 34? Are we 34?
Self: Shoot. I think so. When was I born?
Other Self: 1975...so quick math...
Self: Yup...2009, that is 34 years...
Other Self: But we haven't had a birthday yet!
Self: I am definitely 33.
Other Self: Shit...We REALLY have a lot of gray hair in our beard for being 33.
You know you're old when you don't know how old you are.
I really need to stop with the "we" voice in my head. That Smeagol shit really freaks me out.
No gray pubes yet. So I got that going for me.