Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Changing, Rearranging

I just realized that many of my usual habits have shifted into something frighteningly alien. It’s like I met a stranger and realized that he’s wearing my face.

• I used to love double-malt whiskeys. Now I loathe the taste and prefer Gin Tonics instead.
• I no longer use a comb. I just place some gel on my hands and run my fingers through my hair.
• I used to enjoy my coffee with milk, no sugar. Now it has to be black with loads of sugar.
• I am no longer able to sustain myself with 5 hours of sleep per night. My bare minimum is now 7 hours.
• I cannot stay up past 1am without falling asleep (Now you know why I decline invitations for late-night parties).
• I find myself buying CD’s instead of downloading mp3s.
• I cannot for the life of me, read or write code.

That’s pretty scary isnt it?

I can identify with a few.

I used be be able to run few kms non stop. Now I’m catching my breath cycling to office.

Sad

I dont think we’re getting old. Our bodies are betraying us. That’s all.

we are all going into “that phrase”….dang..u are younger than me also…u is fast.

You didn’t used to be gay. But now you are so gay, you can’t help but keep dropping hints that you are.

ruok>> HAHA!!

*points at cowboy and laughs*

basket!