Whitechocolatespaceegg

That might seem like gibberish to you, but if you were to say something to that effect on TV in, say, the early 2000’s, it would probably severely bruise the ego of someone like, say, Liz Phair.

You know what’s creepy? That people born in 1991 can buy cigarettes. That your ex-boyfriend is dating someone who’s face you vaguely recall from high school. That the lady that you always thought you might be somehow (accidentally?) became who you are. That that crazy lady that you used to be has passed away without a procession to mourn her. And if, in fact, there had been a funeral for her, you wouldn’t even have shown up, would have said you had a big project on at work or some other lame excuse, because you wouldn’t want people to think you were mixed up with her.

But, ah, well.  In much the way that an old man falls asleep in the afternoon watching the stock report and wakes up just as Jeopardy is coming on, time passes. And those things you wrote in your early twenties when you thought you were so freaking cool and subterrainiously deep turn out to be pretty trite. Or perhaps, if you’re me, are so incredibly vague and befuddling that YOU yourself don’t know what the devil it was you were talking about. You realize you don’t know what ever happened to the Strawberry Shortcake t-shirt you used to love but you recall with remorse that moment when the one with Mighty Mouse emblazened across it’s front blew off the railing of the houseboat you were vacationing on years ago and sank, languidly, into Cave Run Lake.You remember the things that you did while wearing those shirts, or not wearing them as the case may be, and cringe for a moment, then recover and realize that if you had them to wear again, you would make both Strawberry Shortcake and Mighty Mouse proud.

Even Strawberry Shortcake grows up.

Obligations rise up. You realize that your mom’s friends are now your friends and you owe it to them to retain that friendship because of the allegiance they showed to her. You remember Father’s Day all on your own and make the necessary preparatory arrangements. You take out your trash, you do your laundry, you pay your bills. You complain about gas prices. You buy groceries. You cook.

And then you put in an album like Whitechocolatespaceegg and suddenly all these things come into your mind.

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