Webmat's ramblings

I remember now!

Now I remember what I wanted to share with you, my gaping void of an audience.

See, a couple of years ago, I was a quarter of a century old. This was good, because that freaked people out until they actually computed how old I was. Some even had the time to tell me to stop exaggerating before they actually got my age. I wonder if a) they spoke too fast or b) they processed too slow. Let’s ponder that.

Then I turned 26, which was a low year. What’s 26? 26 was a shit year. From the age perspective, at least.

Then 27 was the best age yet since I started messing with my age… Well, I only started at 25, but 27 was pretty fucking awesome since I was 3^3, which puzzled some people (I definitely lost the slow processors there). The next such occurrence of that beauty in the expression of my age is pretty far off. I’m not even sure I’ll make it to 4^4, not unless I make some drastic changes in my way of life. And I know for sure that YOUR fat ass won’t make it there.

Ok, let’s stop being melancholic and move forward. On to 28. Shit. 4x7? Grade school stuff. What could I say about 28? Well, I didn’t say much about it during that year, I was pretty busy anyway.

Now I’m turning 29 tomorrow, well in a couple of minutes. 29 isn’t that interesting either. 11th prime. Bwaaah! I gotta find something to fuck with people’s mind about that age. Not that I’m less busy than the year that just passed, in fact it’s gonna get worse. But I’m determined to fuck with people’s mind.

I’ll sleep on that.