Youth

I Drink, Therefore I Puke

by Das Messer

I’d been lucky enough, before expat life, to have never have suffered a true hangover. Many Sundays of my adult life had been spent sympathizing with my groaning brethren, serving them bacon and eggs and scouring medicine cabinets in an attempt to replenish their collective loss of electrolytes, while they sneered enviously at my sprightliness. After moving to Korea, however, I watched helplessly as my golden youth slipped through my fingers and the once elusive hangover became more than a vicarious pain. What follows is an account of both my very first real hangover, and the most tragic one thereafter.


A Letter to My Seven Month Old Daughter

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Dear +1,

Look at you with your smiles and shitty nappies, you are the world too me. You may not realise it as you are undoubtedly focusing on something you just saw and must now touch, but it’s true, you mean so much to me.

I am writing to you today as I wish to part with some advice. As you are young it is hard for you to understand much, and as you are young it is your natural inclination to believe that you are 100% correct about everything. If the truth be told you will not learn the fallacy of this until you are, well probably close to your own deathbed many years from now.


Queer Links from the Week 2/22~2/29

Drop 5 Years in 5 Minutes

“Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been”
-Mark Twain
Another year has passed and I’m getting older.
Aging isn’t so bad, but unless you’re 16, you probably don’t want to look older.
(Ohh… the days when I longed to be older.  How I miss the impatience of my youth!)
 
Here are some tips from an old(er) Instyle magazine issue  (1/09).
 
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