A Quarter-life Crisis of Sorts

vintage me, center front

Hello world, I am twenty-five and three-quarters years old and I remember when stamps were twenty-five cents.  Leo was a dream boat.  The Internet was a new thing.  Walkmans were super cool.  Cordless phones were a luxury.  And candy from the vending machine definitely did not cost a whole freakin' dollar.

In fact, I remember a month ago when candy from the vending machine was a mere ninety cents.  What is with the new price hike?  Does this have something to do with the oil spill?  Because if it does, maybe I should rethink eating candy from the vending machine altogether...

Because seriously people, we're talking about peanut M&M's here!  The cure to all my bad moods.  The Rhoda to my Mary.  The (relatively) caffeine-free mid-afternoon pick-me-up that I save my nickels for weeks to enjoy!  And now it's a whole dollar!  For some reason it is much more difficult for me to justify splurging empty calories at the cost of a whole dollar.  Ninety cents? No problem.  But I draw the line at a dollar.  I mean really, a girl has got to have some standards. 

And if you're wondering whether or not your seventy-five cents is well spent on a package of mini fudge stripe cookies I will tell you right now that it is not.  I'm sorry my friends, but nothing can replace the crunchy, not-too-sweet goodness of peanut M&M's.  Especially when they've been slightly chilling behind the plexi-glass window.  (Or is it perhaps real glass?) (How is one to know for sure?)

But is anything better than cold chocolate?  I submit that there is not.

End transmission.