I am a Senager. (Senior teenager)
I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 60 years later.
I don’t have to go to school or work.
I get an allowance every month.
I have my own pad.
I don’t have a curfew.
I have a driver’s license and my own car.
The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant and I don’t have acne.
Life is great.
When I was a child I thought nap time was a punishment. Now it feels like a small vacation.
I don’t have gray hair, I have “wisdom highlights.”
Of course I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.
At my age “getting lucky” means walking into a room and remembering what I came in there for.
Bread is a lot like the sun. It rises in the yeast and sets in the waist.