Well, here we go.
Friday, I applied for Social Security.
How did this happen?
I remember when I figured I should die at 40 because by then I would have lived all the life I could stand to live.
And here I am in all my Fat OLD Lady glory.
Don’t get me wrong.
I’m still going to work – both of my jobs.
But I’m at full retirement age, and I want my MONEY.
You know, before Congress decides to piss it all away.
I’ve been sweating whether Social Security would exist when I (finally) got this old.
It has and I am.
Soooooooo fucking old.