What's my age again?

You know you're getting older when you realize that VH1 Classic is showing vintage 120 Minutes on Saturday night and you record it on the DVR to watch in the morning while you clean.

You know you're 12 when you see the story about John Barrowman's garage sale and are pleased your friends made the hur-hur-hur jokes about the Smeg oven before you had the chance.  I'm so proud! *verklempt*

You know you're five when you go to the grocery store hungry and eat Lucky Charms from the box on the way home.  (BTW, they're still Magically Delicious! ™)

EVERYTHING IS NOW CLEAN and I got to see Berlin's Metro, and Human League, and I'm sadface that eyeliner for men never caught on (unless your name is Adam Lambert).