25-Life

I'm 25 now, far too old to be going around believing the hyphen. Maybe when I was closer in age to 20 than 30 I might have found this pointless drivel amusing. No longer. Why would I waste my time waxing on mundane topics when I could be out renting cars?

I’m in the process of forming big plans for this year. I started it off today by signing a lease. That's a grown up thing to do I suppose- in fact it was so frighteningly grown up to me amidst my mid-20's crisis that in order to make it feel less adult-like I signed in magic marker (washables at that).

Walking home from the rental company's office, I happened upon a store with a sign outside that boasted: 400 kinds of beer and incense. I couldn't help but wonder if they mean they offer 400 different types of beers and also they sell incense, whether they have 400 varieties of both beers and incense or if the combined total of variations of beers and incense they have equals 400. Beer and incense aren't exactly logical partners for a joint advertising campaign. I also feel like most purveyors of incense offer a vast selection of scents. Therefore I'm inclined to believe this place probably sells something like 398 kinds of incense Bud Dry and Singha. I only chose Bud Dry because I'm trying to set the record for consecutive blog posts with Bud Dry in the text. I feel confident that with two, I've shattered the record, previously set on Friday, by me, with one.

I'd love to know the circumstances in which somebody has been crusing down 1st avenue and halted to a stop at 6th street because this sign spoke to their needs.

Better yet I'd love to find the stores in this city that have similarly puzzling products paired on a sign. For example:

Over 45 ice cream flavors and light bulbs

Try our lasagna and manicures

Wide selection of men's slacks and scrap metal

I’ll put an official link on the sidebar asap, but for now here is a plug for a new political blog storming onto the scene. It’s called exit145 and the address is exit145.blogspot.com
Some chums of mine who live in DC and are all into the politics and what have you started it. They are decent men. Give them a chance.

It’s good to know that the old man who bumped his head on the famed rainy day was snoring. Otherwise, given his age and his inability to get up in the morning I might have worried that he was unconscious or dead or something. A detail, that upon first listen sounds like a cheap rhyme actually serves to allay the fears of the loved ones of the old man. Isn’t that a nice thought to ponder on this day?