I'm 30+, therefore I think.

So, we're in our thirties. Yes, we're no longer just thirty...we're thirty with some meat on the side--like 33 and 34. m. being 34 (had to be said) and i, c., being almost a FULL year younger.


With that out of the way, we're choosing to be not older, but in fact wiser. I know I've got some shit on those young wanna be hipsters. We can still throw down in cool...because we have history and because we get it. We have not resigned to the undefinable "it"...we haven't given in or traveled on the long road to the middle. Collectively, we have a kid, 2 cats, 2 dogs, one mortgage, one rental by the tracks in the hometown we never wanted to go back to, a significant other with no job, one who works for "the man", and a distinct and perhaps disjointed point of view.


Who exactly are we? Your worst nightmare, your fondest memory, your most horrifying adolescent embarrassment, your immoral compass, your fashion consultant, your dirty little secret, and your best friend because we lylas 4ever.


Some caution for the wary.


If you didn't sign all your study hall letters with the above in-the-know sign off you may be in the wrong place. And for that matter, if you don't have embarrassing prom pictures that wouldn't go with the theme "Moonlight and Roses" than you should probably look elsewhere. And, while in that hideous prom dress, you didn't get down and felt up in the worst way to "Baby got Back" while seemlessly transitioning into "Hunger Strike", then feel free to find the next blog that details every moms-n-tots class in your area. Or, if you weren't thin as all get out in high school because of the daily diet of ramen noodles and mini-thins in the convenient blue tear off packages from your local truck stop, then perhaps you should walk on by.


Don't be dismayed...we're an equal opportunity blog. We invite and encourage you to wax nostalgic (or, wane according to m.). For the adventurous types, we invite you to get on the train. We'll move forward, backward, with sarcasm, with laughter, and sometimes even with salty, bitter tears of regret. But, dont even think for a goddamn second that you can read this blog if you were one of those bitter, chip on your shoulder nerds that wouldn't share your fucking homework assignment because of some moral obligation to Jesus. We weren't nerds, and we were hella smart and had no problem sharing our homework.


Otherwise, we're here, we're 30+, go fuck yourself.