Back Then...

(ahem) ... when I had more brain cells, I could remember friends, acquaintances, family's birthdays, mobile numbers; gestures, intonations and accents to make silly yet fun imitations.
Now, my brains have an embarrassing tendency to forget days of the week; months of the year; and what I ate for dinner last night. [On good days, I can remember names.]

... when I was younger, I could scream my lungs healthy; sing till the cock crow-ed; talk till the cows came home.
Now, I have to knock off before 12AM so my stress-level metre stays just below 'Flustered' point. If you see a balloon head impounding to burst in countdown 3-2-1; it's a clear signal to get-your-ass-out-of-my-sight!

... I had a sense of humour. I knew how to have fun. I could make vultures laugh; hyenas go up into hysterics; magpies cackle.
Now, I've substituted it with Insanity Idiocy.

I haven't had a gut-busting, stomach-wretching, jaw-breaking, tear-flooding, breath-taking, earth-shattering laugh since ... since ... I forget. (- -)*
(I had a great time with the People-Who-Wants-Me-Dead yesterday at good ol' McD's. Thanks guys. *Sniff*)

... I blasted my headphones to Linkin Park, Aerosmith, The Cranberries, Japanese punk junks.
Now, I tune into 105.7FM, drive like a old lady in a bra too tight; glasses beyond focus and a flatulence that's ready to blow (Garrr, I sink ships with me gassy).

... when I was (actually) thinner, I could fit into my sexy, slinky, saucy bell bottoms.
Now, I've realised --- what the hell was I even thinking? Who wears bell bottoms anyway???