I forget a password I created yesterday but I remember that 7 digit number as if my life depended on it.

When the mafia finally catches my bass.

Hey, it’s today now too!

I like cake.

I love to say “before the turn of the century” when referring to stuff like 1997.

I live in the states and haven’t seen a smoking section of a restaurant or bar since around the turn of the century. There are ones which have smoking tables outside too close to the door, which sucks.

It’s funny watching old movies like Airplane where he was buying a plane ticket and she asked “smoking or non-smoking” and you remember that people used to smoke while trapped in an airplane.