Uh… I just… I was at work and my department is all old people and one of them, who I call Skelly (pretty sure I’ve written about her before), she talks a lot. Never shuts up. Says crazy things. As she was leaving tonight… she… uh… she said, in the course of some other rambling, “Up until last year you were jailbait.” Skelly is 9000 years old in her late 50’s – early 60’s. I… I don’t… even know what to say.

Out of all the things I’ve ever been called and all the things I ever expected to get called, JAILBAIT WAS NOT ONE OF THEM.

What… What the fuck, dude?

I just… I need to go take a shower. I feel so cheap and used. I don’t know what’s going on, but holy shit I am terrified of going back to work on Monday.

That quiet sobbing you hear in the distance? That’s me huddled in the corner of my bathtub with the shower spraying down on me and steam fogging up the mirror, sobbing and mourning for my lost innocence and dead future.

The sun has gone down and I fear it will never rise again.