twenty-seven...
it's official. i'm old. twenty-seven does seem a somewhat sexier number than twenty-six, though. it's a little more adult, somehow -- the age of having things figured out and being on the way to achieving dreams ...and such. and for some reason when i think of a twenty-seven year old guy "hotness" springs to mind. haha. ahem. well, i have successfully kick-started my old exercise program, at least. similar to the one i was using four years ago (geez) when i had abs like marky mark. well, maybe not quite that good. but not too far off. and i'm very close to breaking into the 150s again, which i haven't been in well, about 4 years. yes, i'm trying to get myself amped up and all optimistic about achieving goals. i feel kinda old, and the rogaine in my medicine cabinet doesn't help. it's called overcompensation. not quite mid-life crisis, but a little too old to be quarter-life. i did that one already with the whole gay thing. i'm not sure i want to know what the mid-life one's going to be like.
my parents took me shopping for my birthday. i got a pair of shoes -- slip-ons, because i hate laces. went to three stores and none of them had the shoes i was looking for, but they had the same style in a different color so i settled for those. $50 as opposed to the $70 to get the others online. and i got... underwear. lol. i needed it, though. i'm experimenting with v-neck t-shirts because i think they're really hot. i guess the person wearing them kinda determines that, but hey -- i can pretend. at least i'm not a 300-pound girl wearing a mini-skirt and a tube top. that image was meant to distract from the one of me in a v-neck. hope it worked. but they're giving me the rest of my gift in cash because i'm a poor, jobless twenty-seven year old living with his parents. excellent boyfriend material.
have to get up early tomorrow morning. 6am. haven't been up that early since the strawberry-dunking loneliness-inducing hell week commonly referred to as valentine's day. but i'm going to the doctor. and i'm excited. what i thought last week was fluke allergies has turned out to be a full-blown uber-nasty eye infection from hell. any contributing member of society would have had it taken care of by now, but since i'm the afore-mentioned jobless (and thus insurance-less) twenty-seven year old living with his parents i had to wait for an appointment at a clinic in lexington (30 miles away) that charges on a sliding scale and will thus treat me, drugs included (i think/hope), for a grand total of ten dollars. thus far my eye hasn't fallen out or anything, to the disappointment of a few friends who keep mentioning something about an eye-patch and "arrrgh." which, i admit, is a titillating thought. especially if i was wearing a v-neck t-shirt and i got that ear-piercing that i've been coveting.
it's been a good day, though. tomorrow we're celebrating with my bro and his wifey at the cheesecake factory, which is always fun. what was that about a 300-pound girl? i meant me, not the wifey. and if the eye is any better i may drag a certain boy to a certain dance club on saturday. i've had britney spears and celine dion in my head all day. it's time.
also time for bed. but how are all of you? big plans for the weekend?
laters.
<edit> oh! i almost forgot! netflix gave me an awesome bday present today with the release of their iphone app! so now i can watch streaming videos on my iphone! woohoo! seriously, it rocks. now google just needs to release an editable version of google docs for iphone and my life will be complete. </edit>