Please Go Away Ice Cream Man

Spring is quickly approaching Brooklyn and I can tell, not because of the beautiful weather or the scantily clad teenagers or the constant jet stream of water frothing out of fire hydrants (alright, so that hasn't happened yet), but because of the ice cream man that has chosen his resting station outside of my apartment's living room so it's impossible to enjoy watching documentaries on furniture... or beer.

It's a good time.

Ok, So About What I Said Before... We're all doomed

Ok. Forget that post from before. We're all doomed. I want to stay positive about our generation but it's hard when my peers call Jersey Shore and How I Met Your Mother entertainment. Ok, so that last one is a personal aversion to the show. Anyway, as I've been going out and overhearing (eavesdropping) on conversations around my neighborhood I'm sad to say, there are quite a number of mindless, selfish morons midst the Y generation.

Generation (WH) Y

The Weirdness

Just feelin' weird....



I'm out.

WWMLKJD

Block It.

Feeling very much like this for the past few weeks.

What, Where, Who Am I?

I'm getting old. Not the sexy, wise cougar old. The senile, drooling babbling kind of old. For a week I've been patiently observing my rapid deterioration and for a week I have slumped into a deeper and deeper state of depression and hopelessness. No! Nay! Don't try and stop this spiraling crazy (yes, I am referring to myself), just let it happen.