moldy oldies

i'm eating expired cottage cheese. it's not expired by much, but it is expired nonetheless. the cottage cheese itself won't make me sick; if i keep thinking of how it's expired, though, that will probably make me hurl. eventually. maybe not until next week or so. sometimes my brain has problems absorbing things right away.

today is my mother's 51st birthday. the bitch got old, and fast. i remember when she turned 40. she moaned, "my life is half over." to which i responded, "how long do you expect to last anyhow? i'd say it's about 2/3 over." that really made her day. always, i was the sensitive one.