Sociopath! But I would totally read a book about aging GenXers.

In related news, I have decided I like how I'm greying. I'm going to be very salt & pepper, because the grey is coming in all over the place. The SO is also greying attractively, but you can't tell, because the bits he shaves off for his mohawk are the grey bits.

Seen on Tumblr: butterscotch candy bar brownie tart. I don't even know how to imagine what that tastes like except DENTIST.

Ooooh. I am not following the Tumblrs that show me things like that, apparently.

Tumblr makes me want to shave the sides of my head and have a big, teased deathhawk, put on more eyeliner, play with faux blood, and buy more Monster High toys. So, Tumblr is kind of my id?

You guys are making me uneasy, because I'm fairly confident I'm at least not pretentious.

Oh, I'm totally pretentious.

Timelies all!

I don't think I'm particularly pretentious, nor am I a sociopath. I am kinda at the far end of GenX, anyhow...

Can I just complain about Oz, the cat. He keeps peeing in my foyer. On hardwood. Then he covers it up with papers, hats, shoes, whatever he can find, and I don't find it until much later. Mostly he's not ruined anything, (Or I've managed to save it,) except today I found a hiking sneaker completely soaked in cat pee. Sigh.

On top of that, the vet thinks Oz's bullying behaviour is why Clio is chewing the fur off her paws. They mostly get along, but when he's a jerk, he's a real asshole. I don't really know what to do to correct him...it's hard to catch him in the act. And 95% he's a pretty good cat. Which makes the 5% of incorrigibility hard to take.

I can never remember where Gen X begins and ends. I think I'm a little old to be part of it? Or definitely version 1.0 or something.

It's mid-60s through mid-70s, I think.

Ooh, sorry about Oz being an asshole, Sue. Yikes. At least when my cat pees on the floor, he just leaves it there?

"the term generally includes people born in the 1960s through the late '70s, sometimes as late as the early '80s, usually no later than 1981 or 1982." from wikipedia

This day has been all about gronk. But! I mailed the letters to the Evil Bank of Evil (and the copies to all the agencies) and I hope this is the end of it. PHEW. Thanks so much to Maria and Le Nubian. You guys saved what was remaining of my brain.

Now all DH has to do is remember to start things up with the credit union.

At least when my cat pees on the floor, he just leaves it there?

The funny thing is that he never covers up anything in the litterbox. (A sign of asserting his dominance, the internet tells me.) But when he goes elsewhere, I never notice until the smell hits me.