[last night while lying in bed]
me: will you still love me when i'm vintage?
mikey: of course
me: okay, good.
i've decided that getting older...you're not getting older, you're becoming vintage. i like the sounds of that better. not that i'm old yet or anything...but lately i've been thinking about 'getting older' a lot more then i ever have and what it's going to be like.
