I'm fuckin old

I was clicking through xanga earlier, just testing to see what six degrees of seperation would lead me to. You know, you start with someone you know, click on a person who commented, go to their comments, click on a person who commented, and so on and so forth until you come up to something interesting.

Honestly, it's late, and I wasn't paying much attention. I just looked for names I didn't recognize and kept going like that. So after about five or six clicks, I come across this girl's webpage. In her pic she was adorably cute, like, pokemon cute, and I pretty much assumed she was young. I didn't know how young so I started to look for the little section where the vital stats, location and other contact info was. And then I saw it. Birthday: 1. 9. 9. 0. 1990.

Holy fuckin shit. THAT'S HOT.

I'm just kidding. No, seriously, I'm kidding. I don't need no stinkin FBI coming to my house and finding the other 14 year olds in my basement.

It's just a reality check though. I was surfing the web roughly about the same time this little girl started to learn how to walk. That's crazy. Now they're all grown up and surfing the same web space that I am.

So after that initial shock, I started reading some of her posts. I mean, i'm curious to see how 14 year olds talk these days. And honestly, she bored the fuck out of me. It was like stupid daily aim conversations that she thought was cute, and a summaries of her oh so dreadful 14 year old life: I got off the bus. I don't have a car. I stayed home. My friend's mom picked me up in her minivan. We went to the mall. We checked out boys. I spent my entire allowance. My poke-master put me back into the ball.

Noun, verb, object. Noun verb object. Seriously, she didn't even know how to make compound sentences.