a very comfortable tax return makes its debut

historical note: today is the 40th anniversary of MLK's assassination. sometimes i've got to wonder how Dr. King would react if he was still alive today. i get a strange feeling that him and Bill Cosby would be so disgusted by the hip-hop culture that they'd probably just run away to some foreign docile and reminisce about the good ol' days when black folks didn't try to shame their race on a daily basis. i mean, during the 60s we had people marching for equality, today we spend our time trying to back that ass up.

something to look forward to: a blog war with Patrick Duganz. it will be epic.

i feel like i am getting old and while most people feel like i probably just got my driver's license (i'll probably tell that story over the weekend), i feel that i am going on 50. i went out to The Library with John last night and we left the downtown area to head home before 11 p.m. yes, i was heading home as most normal 22-year-olds were arriving downtown.

me and John's hot conversation of the night? underage drinking and our insistence that three girls in the bar were still in high school. our best pick-up line: "So, do you have a date to Prom?"

oh, other reasons that i feel old...

• my damn friends keep deciding to get married and i am relationship-less. so quick falling in love jerks. if guys have biological clocks, i am sure mine is clicking.
• i get up at 5 a.m. on a regular basis.
• i think 95 percent of music on the radio is crap.
• i have used the term "Back when I was your age..." at least three times this week. I have also complained about Pluto not being considered a planet anymore.
• the new snazzy graphics on the evening news are pretty ridiculous.
  

buuuuut, the benifit of being old was that i got to sleep in my new queen-sized bed (tax return money hard at work) last night. i finally got my mattress yesterday and i am here to report that the bed is a lot more comfortable than the futon.

this is actually the first bed i have ever owned. my parents bought me a futon when i was like 12 because that was apparently what they thought all the hip teenagers were sleeping on in the late '90s. in college, i didn't need to buy a bed since i was either a resident or an RA in the dorms for all four years and beds (think, $10 blue mattress that were just barely better than the Camp Paxson ones that me and Kofi are modeling above) were provided. and i had a bed provided for my internship this summer and bought a futon when i moved into the apartment in August.

but now i have a bed! and it's comfy, which is a plus because an old man has got to get his sleep.