What It Means to Be a Grown-up

I can't post "cute" messages on my answering machine anymore. Gone are the days of Vader's breath, my songs, and "Hello? Hello? Just kidding."

Aqua Teen Hunger Force, DVD Volume Three, comes with answering machine pranks from all major characters. I am disheartened when I realize that I really won't be able to use those recordings, ever. I haven't figured out most of my cell phone functions, but I suppose I shouldn't download Wookie roars as my ringtone either.

The day will come when I have to buy matching furniture; not from a set, per se, but rather pieces that match one another.

Well, all that still beats increasing wrinkles and slothlike metabolism.