Yes, that's right. Tomorrow I turn 30. Finally.
I fucking hated this decade of my life. I feel like I gained more exp points than most people twice my age in a fraction of the time. Six of those years, I've posted here at PD. Yes, that's right, I was just a wee 24 year old Suu when the fine upstanding folks of Peedee started shaping my mind into what it is today.
So tell me, trusted advisers and Holy MenTM, what should I do to celebrate my last day as a 20 something?!
Quote from: Suu on August 15, 2012, 02:49:14 PM
Yes, that's right. Tomorrow I turn 30. Finally.
I fucking hated this decade of my life. I feel like I gained more exp points than most people twice my age in a fraction of the time. Six of those years, I've posted here at PD. Yes, that's right, I was just a wee 24 year old Suu when the fine upstanding folks of Peedee started shaping my mind into what it is today.
So tell me, trusted advisers and Holy MenTM, what should I do to celebrate my last day as a 20 something?!
Wear black w/weeds, invest in Geritol, and put a walker on layaway.
It worked for me.
Invest in silver.
Become an official Darth.
Quote from: The Dark Monk on August 15, 2012, 03:07:48 PM
Become an official Darth.
That will be in 3 years when I finally walk with my Masters. I plan to do so with the hood over my head holding a lightsaber.
Cake&Debauchery™
Spend the actual day as hung over as possible. It's what I did.
I can't say what you should do, but if you do anything, you should invite me along.
I'd like to help, but I turned 35 a couple days ago so I don't even remember what it was like to be hurtling out of my twenties. My advice? Retroactively enjoy your youth, since it's all Depends and Polident from here on out.
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 15, 2012, 04:28:50 PM
I can't say what you should do, but if you do anything, you should invite me along.
I was going to have a party of some sort, probably at the German Club, but then NavyGuy decided he's dragging me to Groton tomorrow night and we're leaving for NYC on Friday.
Somehow, Coney Island and some of my cousin's friends are involved. I have a feeling I may not know who I am come Monday.
Uhhhhh....a person who is a few days older than you are today?
Drugs! Celebrating any anniversary without some near-fatal dose of intoxicant (legal or otherwise) is badwrong.
... and that's pretty much all I got :eek:
Get drunk.
Get a walker and go to a club where young people are waiting outside to get in.
Shake fist angrily, pee on them. Blame them for Obamacare and tell them to GET OFF YER LAWN.
Uh, pee more.
Quote from: Alty on August 15, 2012, 05:59:58 PM
Get drunk.
Get a walker and go to a club where young people are waiting outside to get in.
Shake fist angrily, pee on them. Blame them for Obamacare and tell them to GET OFF YER LAWN.
Uh, pee more.
You've been fucking following me :argh!:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on August 15, 2012, 06:01:36 PM
Quote from: Alty on August 15, 2012, 05:59:58 PM
Get drunk.
Get a walker and go to a club where young people are waiting outside to get in.
Shake fist angrily, pee on them. Blame them for Obamacare and tell them to GET OFF YER LAWN.
Uh, pee more.
You've been fucking following me :argh!:
Well, it didn't take much guessing, as there are no toilets in Scotland. Well, there IS one, but it's Scotland.
Quote from: Alty on August 15, 2012, 05:59:58 PM
Get drunk.
Get a walker and go to a club where young people are waiting outside to get in.
Shake fist angrily, pee on them. Blame them for Obamacare and tell them to GET OFF YER LAWN.
Uh, pee more.
You're a fucking genius, Alty.
I've enjoyed my thirties much more than I did my twenties... which sounds like the kinda jive older people say to make you feel better, but its true... the 20s suck. Drink it up, Suu! The power of BOOZE compels you!
I was born in 1981 but still haven't made it to 30. Right now I'm twenty-ten, and I intend to continue this cheating until someone stops me.
Quote from: v3x on August 16, 2012, 02:19:17 AM
I was born in 1981 but still haven't made it to 30. Right now I'm twenty-ten, and I intend to continue this cheating until someone stops me.
I hear that buying a red Miata and getting a 19 year old blond GF will keep that shit rolling as long as a comb-over will.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 16, 2012, 02:21:02 AM
Quote from: v3x on August 16, 2012, 02:19:17 AM
I was born in 1981 but still haven't made it to 30. Right now I'm twenty-ten, and I intend to continue this cheating until someone stops me.
I hear that buying a red Miata and getting a 19 year old blond GF will keep that shit rolling as long as a comb-over will.
But I hate sports cars and I'm not attracted to teenage girls :(
Quote from: v3x on August 16, 2012, 02:26:48 AM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 16, 2012, 02:21:02 AM
Quote from: v3x on August 16, 2012, 02:19:17 AM
I was born in 1981 but still haven't made it to 30. Right now I'm twenty-ten, and I intend to continue this cheating until someone stops me.
I hear that buying a red Miata and getting a 19 year old blond GF will keep that shit rolling as long as a comb-over will.
But I hate sports cars and I'm not attracted to teenage girls :(
Then you're gonna get old and die.
:sad:
no way. by the time i'm old, they'll have a way to download a person's consciousness into a computer and live forever.
Quote from: v3x on August 16, 2012, 02:29:54 AM
no way. by the time i'm old, they'll have a way to download a person's consciousness into a computer and live forever.
USING WINDOWS
TM TECHNOLOGY!
(http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/IMG000164.jpg)
I'm gonna live forever with some shit popping up in my head asking if I want to install a new update all the fucking time? Kill me. NOW.
Huzzah! Happy Birthday Suu.
(I agree with Hoops on the above, and it's only been a year and a half so far.)
My 20's were all mental illness, horrible and traumatic marriage, homelessness, squats, friends sofas, death threats, people standing outside my door with shotguns, waiting to prove the threats weren't hollow, moar mental illness.
My 30's were all getting on my feet, getting a steady job, getting a place to live, getting laid more than your average porn star, learning that life could actually be fun instead of this horrible thing I never fucking asked for
My 40's (so far) have been a continuation of my 30's with the added bonus of having an honest to god ambition and goal to work toward - just like those people on teevee who seem to know what they want to do with their life.
I woke up with a horrific stiff neck. Yes, really.
It's a good thing you guys told me to get a walker and Depends, I've already told my roommate to get off my lawn twice, especially when I walked out all decrepit like and scared her.
Fortunately, there are PILLS.
Thirty was a bit shaky for me but the past week has been pretty good. 519 more weeks of awesome!
Happy three oh suu!
My first four months of thirty have been more awesome than my twenties put together, almost.
The only reason I sometimes worry about 30 is because everyone around me is trying to make me think I should be worried about 30 and if all the cool kids are jumping off the bridge, I might as well do it too right? But then I realize that's silly and I'm happy doing what I'm doing until I decide something different. And life goes on
I think it's bothering my family more than me. Shit, maybe people can take me seriously now.
...Right?
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Oh, Navyguy got me tickets to go see The Who in February. Well, half of them, anyway, but still.
Happy birthday!
Local types:
Navyguy and I are having dinner, but want to go out for drinks after. Yes, I know it's Thursday and we're all supposed to be responsible adults and shit, but I'm going to the City tomorrow night and won't be around this weekend. Next Friday is German Club though. Tonight we can go raise hell at Trinity or Murphy's. As adults, of course.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on August 16, 2012, 02:59:10 PM
The only reason I sometimes worry about 30 is because everyone around me is trying to make me think I should be worried about 30 and if all the cool kids are jumping off the bridge, I might as well do it too right? But then I realize that's silly and I'm happy doing what I'm doing until I decide something different. And life goes on
That's leftover shit from that puke-a-rama 80's TV show "Thirtysomething".
The one that told people it meant being yuppie scum agonizing over which tie to wear. :x :x :x
I kind of hate you for being a decade younger than me, and at the same time being twice as cool.
:argh!:
Quote from: Suu on August 16, 2012, 03:34:06 PM
I think it's bothering my family more than me. Shit, maybe people can take me seriously now.
...Right?
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Oh, Navyguy got me tickets to go see The Who in February. Well, half of them, anyway, but still.
Hopefully it's the top half. At their ages the bottom halves would be kinda messy.
We never made it to Coney Island. :sad:
We did however, the Lower East Side with almost-naked women.
All of it.
And NOT accidentally.
I swear, East Houston St. needed it anyway. I mean, who the FUCK let those designer shops on Clinton? That's not the Lower East Side I knew 10 years ago when I lived on the island. The Bowery is all like, cute and shit now. Fuck you, yuppie scum. Fuck. You.