“holy shit,” i gasped.

i was sitting in the big blue chair at my parents’ house, clothes were happily spinning in the washer. grammu was laying on the couch watching a chevy chase movie. i was casually perusing the latest issue of Jane. just giving it the once through. i am one of those people who read magazines backwards (and magazines are designed to have stuff in back for people like me, really. . . i learned all about that in journalism school).

so, i was enjoying this autmunal day. washing clothes, belly full of a brunch paid for my parents after they rescued me and clyde. new issue of Jane, infinite jest waiting at my feet.

then. . . BLAMMO!!

i was assaulted on page 156 with a full page picture of meathead johnson. yes, jeff johnson. . . again! i knew he was writing for the magazine, i’ve been enjoying his stuff for months. but c’mon a GIANT picture of him looking all meatheady and cute. a bit older, but still the same meathead i was so taken with.

wow. wow. wow.

looking at the picture i could see how his face has aged. probably much the same way my face has aged. it didn’t make me feel old. it just made me remember how very, very young i was in college. when i was spending time with him. so young at 22, and i knew everything.

so now he’s a model, a writer AND he’s got a girlfriend named Tiffany (and she’s cute). yes, they had a lovely picture of tiffany and jeff on the “letter to the reader page” or whatever they call it.

yeah, so now i think i need to go eat cookies and watch cartoons and be bitter.

bah!